Sullivan's Royal Hotel
Travel Blogs from Gort
... then my host brought us back to the farm.
On Sunday, I went to the Cliffs of Moher with Mallory, Clarisse and her dad. The words are not strong enough to describe the incredible amazing landscapes we have seen on the cliffs. It is so high. We could see birds on the waves at the bottom of the cliffs, but they were only small like pixels. It was truly stunning. Sunrays landing on the coast, smells of ocean and the calm serene atmosphere that this place inspires ...
... a bus over to Galway. It was the first leg of my 8 day trip in Ireland. While waiting the 2 hours for the bus (I missed the 10am bus by a couple of minutes - spewin'), I met an American guy who had flown over to propose to his girlfriend. We went and had a drink at the bar (yeah, note it's 10am - true Irish style) and chatted the time away before setting off on our trip across the country. Time seemed to pass quickly and I arrived in Galway with ...
... stop at the Spanish Arches by the stunning Galway Bay.
2. Galway City Museum, a great piece of local history and even some insight into the Armada days.
3. Claddagh Ring(s), whether you get one for your love, yourself, or a friend back home don't leave Galway without an original claddagh ring from Thomas Dillons. Original is engraved on the inside, so even though you can buy one everywhere else - Galway (beside the town ...
... Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die” was made and then we realized that this was actually where they filmed that scene. It was just a beautiful sight and really nice to see a more traditional side of Ireland.
Following the cliffs, we discovered more “ABC's” ( “Another Bloody Castle, Another Bloody Church, Another Bloody Cathedral”) and then headed back to Dublin. To compliment the day tour of ...
gives me two pies, so, naturally, I keep returning. Last Saturday, I
went to his booth, ready for my tasty treat, and he just gave me a pie,
with a wink, and told me, "It's a gift." Why thank you, Peter the Pie
Man! Good salesmanship, sir, good salesmanship. Now I can confidently
blame Peter the Pie Man when, at the end of the season, I will no longer
be able to fit into my jeans.
The weather is getting colder ...