No blog yesterday as I didn't do anything yesterday except feel hungover and sleep pretty much. Except for buying a bright yellow handbag, which I then shoved in its black cover bag because it was too bright. We got back to our room after going for a walk on Thursday night and found it full of drinking Irish ex students. They had gone to Galway university and were back for a reunion after finishing up a month ago. So we sat and talked to them for a while and they told us we should join them. So we did. However we left the hostel completely sober. Never a good idea to play catch up with drinking, as exemplified by the hungover I had to live through yesterday.
Anyway because of said condition we did the tour to the cliffs today instead od yesterday. It was a good day out, we were incredibly lucky and had beautiful weather for most of the day, just a bit of cloud. My favourite part wasn't actually the cliffs, though they were amazing. It was the walking tour we did of a farm in the Burren region. You know how I had a plan to move to Galway? Well now I want to move to the Burren. It was the most peaceful I've felt this whole trip. Despite the guide - our farming Bernard. That's a Black Books reference for those that haven't picked it up yet. Our guide was so maniac, and very funny, in a very Irish way. As we walked down the hill again he frolicked, I swear to god frolicked down the field, and seemed to wonder why we didn't join him. He also asked around the group at the start and found out where we were from, so from then on Sophie and I were nicknamed New Zealand. Same as the other night out with the Irish engineers. Same as with the bouncer back in Maastricht. A very popular nickname in this part of the world. Did I tell you that before? That the ex-students we went out with were engineers? Yea I know, double whammy.
The walking tour was the first thing we did. We also stopped for an hour at the cliffs, which was just enough time to walk one way down them and back. I'll put up photos at some point - it'll show you the cliffs much better than I could ever describe them. We also made a couple of photo stops on the way back up from Doolin where we had lunch. A pub lunch. A hot meal with two kinds of potatoes - thats the Irish for you. The coast road was very gorgeous. Very narrow roads though. They barely fit the bus let alone it and traffic going the other way.
The bus driver was incredibly knowledgable about the area. He obviously drives the route a lot. So he filled us in on all the castle and church remains in the country side around us, and there were a lot. He was also able to point out the fields wit rabbits, foals, and even donkey foals, which he would stop alongside to let us all 'aw' at. Baby donkies are very cute. We got back fairly late, partly due to traffic because theres a hurling match on tonight between this county and the next. I would put it on the tv at the hostel but I don't know how into it the other guests would be.
So tomorrow is back to Dublin. And tomorrow is also a week till I fly out. Time is getting short.
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