Afraid of heights? Proceed with caution…

(Galway, Co. Galway, Ireland)

On June 3, I signed up for a day tour of “The Burren” and the Cliffs of Moher in County Clare.  My main motivation was the advertised hike in The Burren, but I also had heard about the Cliffs of Moher and figured I might as well see those too.

The Burren is an incredibly rocky landscape that resembles the stonier parts of Inis Mór.  The hike in The Burren took barely an hour and probably only half of that was actually on the move.   I had been hoping to at least climb to the top of the mountain but the group size and time constraints extinguished that dream.  The walk was fine, and it was nice to walk on the bizarre-looking rocks, but my inner mountain goat was somewhat disappointed.  I began to wonder about how much we could explore the Cliffs of Moher.

Hiking in The Burren at Oughtmama, Co. Clare
Hiking in The Burren at Oughtmama, Co. Clare

First, however, there was an intermediate stop at a neolithic burial tomb called the Poulnabrone Dolmen.  It wasn’t big, but then again it was older than the Egyptian Pyramids.  Nearly 30 people were buried here.  This was at a time when 30 years was considered a long life.

Poulnabrone Dolmen (perhaps as old as 4200 B.C.), Co. Clare
Poulnabrone Dolmen (perhaps as old as 4200 B.C.), Co. Clare

It was now well after 1:00 p.m. and I was getting restless.  Finally, we arrived at the Cliffs of Moher and were told to return in 90 minutes.  My inner mountain goat was finally free!  I took the tour leader’s advice and headed north along the coast.  The initial views were very impressive, but it felt a little “sanitized” with protective walls some distance from the edges of the cliffs.  These cliffs were more than 200m (more than 2 football fields) high and plunged directly into the Atlantic Ocean.

One of the initial views of the Cliffs of Moher, Co. Clare
One of the initial views of the Cliffs of Moher, Co. Clare

However, after about 10 minutes, the cliff-top trail passed onto private property and the restraining barriers disappeared.  There were now two choices: a mostly gravel path that was well away from the edge, and another rougher path closer to the edge and slightly elevated for better viewing.  I did a comprehensive risk analysis, noting that the people ahead of me were successfully walking on the elevated route, and proceeded along the “riskier” path.

Almost immediately, I felt like I was back at Dun Aonghosa on Inis Mór, except that the Cliffs of Moher were twice as high!  And yet, somehow, I felt more comfortable here.  It was the same kind of exhilaration that I feel on the top of mountains.  Any disappointment with The Burren walk was now forgotten.  Looking at the Cliffs of Moher photos afterwards, however, I felt retroactively scared.

Getting a little scary now - Cliffs of Moher, Co. Clare
Getting a little scary now – Cliffs of Moher, Co. Clare
The close-ups are frightening but the long-distance photos (such as the “cover” photo of this post) are also scary because of how insignificant people appear in the distance compared to the cliffs.  It was like watching a procession of ants who were impossibly close to the edge of a huge drop-off.  In a way, I think I’m more afraid to go back now, having fully grasped the massive scale.
The first step is a doozy  - Cliffs of Moher, Co. Clare
The first step is a doozy – Cliffs of Moher, Co. Clare

And then there are the people who seem to be missing the “caution gene”.  I kept thinking that some primitive, prehistoric part of my brain was preventing me from getting closer to the edge.  Although I have little experience with cliffs, I received a very strong message to go no closer than I did.  So why didn’t these other people get that message?

That's 200m straight down, people...Cliffs of Moher, Co. Clare
That’s 200m straight down, people…Cliffs of Moher, Co. Clare

Well, after all of that excitement, it was anticlimactic to visit a site north of Doolin that had smaller (but still large) drop-offs into the sea.  I took some pictures but I think I had already reached my “gobsmacked quota” for the day.  Similarly, our final stop at the imposing Dunguaire Castle didn’t have as much impact as it otherwise might have.

The "Atlantic Ledge" north of Doolin, Co. Clare
The “Atlantic Ledge” north of Doolin, Co. Clare

My day trips to Inis Mór and the Burren/Cliffs of Moher were full of natural “wow” moments and close encounters with prehistoric human brains (both mine and those of others).  I’m also told that my two consecutive days of dry weather are quite unusual for Ireland.    It’s now time for some city exploration and, hopefully, an end to my international vinyl record buying drought.

“Rock” and “Roll”: Inis Mór by Bike

(Galway, Co. Galway, Ireland)

I’ve been in Galway for a couple of days now, but this is my first posting from Galway as my itinerary was extremely full.  Today’s  entire post is devoted to my June 2 visit to Inis Mór (English – Inishmore), largest of the Aran Islands.

The Aran Islands are three extremely rocky islands located off the western coast of Ireland.  They are a stronghold of the Gaelic language and, in the relatively recent past, were among the most isolated parts of Ireland.  They were the subject of a 1934 Oscar-winning documentary (“Man of Aran”) that portrayed traditional life on the islands.  I decided to visit Inis Mór, the largest of the three Aran Islands, for some sightseeing by bike.  Inis Mór has only 800 people but is just a bit too large to be covered by foot on a day trip.

I haven’t biked all day for many years but it was a great way to see the island’s highlights at my own pace.  I was far from the only one and, in fact, it turned out to be a brilliant move because one of the roads was closed to vehicle traffic.

View from the inner wall of Dún Aonghasa
View from the inner wall of Dún Aonghasa

The headlining sight on Inis Mór is Dún Aonghasa (English: Dun Aengus), an Iron Age ring fort perched on a cliff 200 feet above the Atlantic.  It’s not just perched there:  from time to time, part of the fort tumbles into the sea due to erosion.   The views are incredible…and so is the challenge to venture close to the edge.  While I am completely comfortable on skis high in the Alps, this was another matter altogether.  I can’t imagine lying at the top of the cliff with my head over the edge…but some people do it.  In keeping with most dramatic sites here, there are no barriers to prevent people from tumbling over the edge.

Mirror image of the previous photo at Dún Aonghosa: how close to the edge would you get? (Inis Mór)
Mirror image of the previous photo at Dún Aonghosa: how close to the edge would you get? (Inis Mór)

With the spectacular location, it is easy to forget the mystery about the fort:  it’s 2,000 years old and relatively little is known about its construction and use.   However, there are similar structures elsewhere in Europe (including Spain and France), suggesting that ancient Ireland may have had quite a bit of contact with the outside world.

Walking down (away from the cliffs) from  Dún Aonghasa on Inis Mór
Walking down (away from the cliffs) from Dún Aonghasa on Inis Mór

En route to Dún Aonghasa, I passed a seal colony.  These wild animals are huge and rather endearing.  They seem to smile or wink at you when they catch your eye.  I must have taken 100 photos of the seals (one of which is at the top of this post), in an attempt to capture their expressions.

Part of the inner ring at Dún Aenghusa (Inis Mór), along with some picnickers
Part of the inner ring at Dún Aonghosa (Inis Mór), along with some picnickers

Dún Aonghasa is far from the only historic site on Inis Mór.  Na Seacht Teampaill ( The Seven Churches) is a religious complex dating back to the 8th century and contains a cemetery with many Celtic Crosses.  The Irish have a keen wit; there may in fact be only two churches.  A couple of local dogs followed me here and left when I departed the site.  This was typical of the day:  Inis Mór seems much more connected to the non-human world than other places in Europe.   In addition to the seals and dogs, I photographed cows, goats, wild rabbits and a sociable donkey while on the island.

Na Seacht Teampaill on Inis Mór
Na Seacht Teampaill on Inis Mór

It didn’t feel like 2014 on Inis Mór.  On the roads, it could have been any time in the relatively recent past.  When I was off the roads and on the shore or at  the top of Dún Aonghasa, it could have been hundreds (if not thousands) of years in the past.  One has to be careful not to romanticize all elements of the past (some of which are quite horrid), but it was still a very enjoyable day of time travel. 

What's the goat in the back doing?
Who knew that goats could walk on two legs?

 I returned to the vibrant city of Galway and ate an excellent Moroccan meal (chicken tagine) in a downtown restaurant.   Ethnic restaurants are one element of modern life that I wouldn’t want to give up!

Sociable donkey on Inis Mór
Sociable donkey on Inis Mór

Irish Food and the Rock of Cashel

(Cashel, Co. Tipperary, Ireland)

Today’s main activity was visiting the famous Rock of Cashel.   The Rock is a relatively large limestone outcrop in the otherwise mostly flat plain of Tipperary.  Of course, this meant that the Rock had strategic value…way back in the 5th Century, “the” St. Patrick was in this very place and facilitated the conversion of Irish kings to Christianity here.

The Rock of Cashel
The Rock of Cashel

Over the centuries, there was much building and re-building on the Rock.  Much of what is left today dates back to the 12th century.  Alas, the complex gradually fell into disrepair and it is now best described as a series of (impressively situated) walled ruins.  I spent a few hours at the site; I started with a guided tour, followed by a movie and some general wandering.  The legendarily rainy Irish climate has played a very large role on the Rock and continues to affect restoration efforts today.  It was sunny all day today but I’ve been told not to get my hopes up.

Ruins, tourists and Celtic crosses at the Rock of Cashel
Ruins, tourists and Celtic crosses at the Rock of Cashel

I also visited the nearby Hoar Abbey.  It too is a ruin and is currently home to a lot of cattle.   It is very peaceful there, although you do have to watch your step.

Hoar Abbey (Cashel, Ireland)
Hoar Abbey (Cashel, Ireland)

Dining in Ireland continues to generate surprises.  For lunch, I ordered the daily special of “Bacon and Cabbage with Parsley Sauce”.  I’ve now learned that “bacon” is really more like “baked ham” back home.  I’ve also learned that one should expect (a lot of) mashed potatoes with your meal even if they aren’t listed on the menu.

I decided to try Irish Chinese food for dinner.  In Canada, I often get Lemon Chicken, so I thought it would be interesting to eat it here.   The price seemed high, but I realized why when my plate arrived:  chicken, rather than batter, is the main ingredient.  It was almost like a Wienerschnitzel, so fine was the breading in relation to the meat.  So far, Chinese, Indian and Italian seem to be the main ethnic food options in Ireland.  It will be interesting to see how the Indian food in Ireland compares with the excellent Indian food we had a few years ago in Chester, England.  We liked it so much that we ate it at almost every meal.

Chez Hans is probably the top restaurant in Cashel; it's located in a former church
Chez Hans is probably the top restaurant in Cashel; it’s located in a former church

Speaking of ethnicity…like a number of Western European countries, Ireland now has a substantial Polish population.  I saw a Polish grocery store today and read in my guidebook that native speakers of Polish in Ireland actually outnumber native speakers of (Irish) Gaelic.  As Ireland is actively supporting the renaissance of Gaelic (all road signs here are printed in both English and Gaelic), the extent of Polish is rather unexpected.  I haven’t seen much in the way of Polish restaurants yet, although it probably is only a matter of time before they start to appear.  I have fond memories of the perogies I ate in Vienna; maybe I will be able to have some here too.

I’ve now moving on from Cashel to the west coast of Ireland.  I am looking forward to what appears to be very dramatic scenery .  Even though it is quite close, as the crow flies, I need to take a complicated bus odyssey of nearly 6 hours to reach my next destination.  Given my experience on Irish buses so far, however, it won’t be anything like the crazy bus ride to Trebinje!  I’ll be able to enjoy the ride as well as my brief stopovers in Cahir and Limerick.

Caught in the act!  Is this what they call a "Cashel Cow"?
Caught in the act! Is this what they call a “Cashel Cow”?