Old Presbytery
Travel Blogs from Castletownbere
Welcome in Doolin
... to town in the afternoon, basically just a little street with a pub dand some shops, and then walked out to the pier. Even though the cliffs were farther away, I preferred this vantage point, away from all photo-ops and closer to the waves crashing against the rock. I would like to watch the sun set there some day. That night we ate at the pub and enjoyed the evening's entertainment. I like how they don't perform on any kind of stage, just sit around a table with ...
Drunks, yanks, hornpipes
... musicians and I were attempting to keep up with each other on some jigs, we were accompanied by folks banging on the table out of time and shouting instructions to aid us in our playing. Later, they were inserting themselves into the session via songs that most folks wouldn't dare sing at a session, and the grand finale was Lee reading a poem he wrote that mixed the styles of something mixing Silverstein and Seuss. The Irish were ...
We Need an Exterminator!
... as we went further into our walk the swarms grew thicker and thicker. They did not hurt, but they would land on us and try to grab free rides. It was not very pleasant.
Despite this, the views were wonderful the entire way to the top. It was a little dangerous in some parts but we were able to make it through just fine. As we climbed closer to the top we came across more people who were hiking down from the visitor center. It was nice to think that ...
Oh the Irish...
... really green.
From there we went to the town of Doolin for lunch where we also got to stop at the harbor and take some pictures. The rocks there were really cool. We got to walk out really close to the water where our driver decided to let us have a photo shoot. It was very entertaining.
We then continued north along the coast. We went through the Burren, which is another really cool rock formation from the Ice ...
Dingle to Doolin
... through the day before. Found it and had a Big Mac!
We crossed the Shannon River on the Tarbert ferry and headed for Doolin. We came through a place called Lahinch that had a very large beach, with lots of surfing again. It seemed like a resort type place, lots of places to rent, lots of people.
We arrived in Doolin and it is tiny, as expected. The B&B we had booked said that she had someone get ill ...