That said, every time I encounter something outside of the NZ norm I get super excited. Desert wasteland in the southern US being one example and the Cliffs of Moher being another. We don't really have anything like them in NZ or if we do I certainly haven't seen it!
|A sign in Irish - try pronouncing that!|
|A view over part of the Burren on our way there.|
O'Brien's tower is perched atop the cliffs to your right, a rather phallic structure that was built in 1835 to impress female visitors (according to wikipedia anyway).
As you may have gathered we had amazing (if oven-like) weather the whole time we were in Ireland and we got clear views the length of the cliffs - a rare occurrence we were told!
It wasn't too far away and we only planned to pop by for a visit, rather than sleep there, so we were counting on a local recommendation for a bed (or comfy field, you really have to keep in mind that we didn't have standards on this trip).
Of course the locals pulled through and recommended Doolin. They also gave us a ride part way on a tractor. Not bad.
...So of course we went and talked to them. Turned out they were from up north and just on holiday. We accompanied them on a search for beer (we were searching for food) and ended up chatting for a couple of hours, at which point a taxi pulled up and they said "you'd best not lose us or you won't have a ride back." Well then, it looked like we were going wherever they were.
It turned out that E had been paying more attention than I had and we were heading to a trad festival in Milltown Malbay.
|Attempted sunset photo - the only pseudo-cultural moment of the night.|
We arrived at the trad festival but it was spread throughout the local pubs, and the one we were in had teeny tiny rooms, except for out the back where they weren't playing trad. So we went to this reasonably famous festival and mainly listened to pop. Oh well, it still wasn't a bad night.
|They were the most comfortable-with-being-intimate I have ever seen guys be.|
|And we have a poser!|