The Cliffs of Moher took my breath away. Even though it was pissing down (rain).
It pained me to book a tour for this, but public transport would have cost even more. Next time (probably summer) when I come back, I’m hiring a car. I could have easily spent the entire day here walking the stunning coastal walks and taking thousands of photos. Because of all the other stops beforehand, we were limited to a little under 2 hrs at the cliffs. I was gutted that I didn’t get to do the entire coastal walk as a result, especially since it was so muddy that we all literally almost slid off the cliffs (because the majority of us scaled the rock wall to be next to the cliffs, obviously. I mean, who wants pictures of the grass obscuring the view from below?!).
Our guide was very sweet and full of Irish history and knowledge, but I’m just not a fan of being crammed on a stuffy tour bus. My favourite part (other than the cliffs) was running off in the opposite direction to get photos of the stunning Doolin coast line when everyone else got lunch. While it was extremely interesting to learn all about the history of rock walls and villages we passed through, I couldn’t help but think of how much more I enjoyed Robbie Jarvis’ commentary on the Cambridge punting tour. HA.
We stopped at Dunguaire Castle (from the 16th century), Gleninsheen Wedge Tomb (dating back to 2500 B.C.), Poulnabrone Dolmen (constructed 5,800 yrs ago – making it older than the Egyptian Pyramids), Kilfenora Cathedral & High Crosses, The Wild Atlantic Way (2,600 km- the world’s longest coastal touring route), and Doolin (an ancient fishing village)- all in the four hours leading up to the cliffs. I would have much preferred skipping all of that just to spend four more hours on the cliffs, but alas, that’s why it’s called a tour. We also drove through the Burren, a beautiful limestone landscape covering 320 sq. km.
When we finally reached the Cliffs of Moher, it was raining (again- it was raining on and off throughout the day). The rain soon turned into bullets that pelted us as we tried to walk up the steps to get the panoramic view of everything.
Luckily, in the last half hour or so, the weather cleared and the sun actually came out – except that all my photos (that I was in) with the cliffs in the background were taken when it was gray and gloomy. By the time the sun came out, I was halfway up the coastal walk and my feet were covered in mud. It truly makes a difference with the sun- while the cliffs were even beautiful in the rain, the sun reflected on the turquoise water and the cliffs looked even more green in the sunlight. It’s like one of those Instagram filters – night and day difference.
Overall, the cliffs were probably one of the most beautiful landmarks I’ve ever seen. Better than the Twelve Apostles (I had crap weather for that as well, though) for sure. I was in such awe of the rock formations and how one of them looked like Skellig Michael (which I sadly couldn’t get to this season). I absolutely loved walking along the edge of the cliffs as well (there are signs posted everywhere that advise not to, but half of us rebels did anyway, because you only live once). I absolutely love heights. The fact that the cliffs reached a max of 214m above sea level and were 8km long was astonishing.