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#13

Touristy
Day

paddywagon

Usually I condemn organized touristy trips and prefer to explore things on my own. However, I have to admit that sometimes it’s just more convenient or – like in our case – it’s less time consuming. So, when a close friend of mine visited me in Cork, we planned on going to the Cliffs of Moher together with some of my Erasmus friends. She only had the weekend off, so we decided to go with Paddywagon – an Irish tourist agency

During my time in Ireland I got used to sleeping in till eight or nine but for a change we had to get up pretty early to catch the bright green bus. Our bus driver, who was also our guide, appeared to be a typical Irish guy (probably because he was ginger) and made my day with his dry sense of humor. He brightened up the three-hour ride with some anecdotes or just by forgetting to turn the microphone off.

There’s not much more to Limerick

Every tourist’s Wet dream

After a short break in Limerick we eventually arrived at the Cliffs of Moher around noon. You see so many pictures of this place before you go there but nonetheless, it still takes your breath away. Standing there on the edge of the cliffs and taking in all this this dramatic scenery. Turquoise blue water that crashes against the two-hundred-meter-high stone-walls makes you stand there and watch it for hours.

What a photographer’s heart wants

Of course, I had to expose the photo-nerd in me and so I took a couple of shots using my tripod and changed lenses almost every minute. My companions probably felt uncomfortable with me taking hundreds of pictures like a maniac but at least they pretended to be fine with it. Anyway, while strolling along the marvelous edge of the cliffs, the time passed really quickly. So even though I could have spent the rest of the day there we had to go back to bus after about an hour and a half.

When you ask a random person for a group picture

the little sister of the cliffs

After having lunch, we again passed some really narrow roads – thank god I didn’t have to drive the bus - to get to our next stop: the Burren. This is a region north of the Cliffs of Moher that is dominated by karst landscape. We got off at the so called “Baby Cliffs” which immediately amazed me with it’s rough atmosphere.

The rough coastline of the Burren (and Marina) 

So, in contrast to the other cliffs you won’t find much vegetation here – rather karst rock with thousands of cracks running through it. Due to the tight schedule we unfortunately had to leave this place after twenty minutes to head back towards Cork. On the way we had a short break at a castle before we finished our touristy day with a fancy dinner back in town.

Why are roads so photogenic? 

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