..and the boat rides there and beyond. This little fort was on a small islet right by the Doolin seaside. If the water was warm, you could easily swim to it. But in reality, you would probably be hypothermic by the time you got there.
I was not a good enough tourist to find out the name and the story of this little building. But it makes for a good picture!
Cliffs of Moher, from a distance.
This boat passed us by on the way out. Hello Boat!
Wow we're there already! Inis Oirr (sounds like Iniss Ear)
One more reason not to sail on the wrong side of the buoy, like this boat did. ALWAYS PAY ATTENTION TO THE BUOY!
I took several pictures of these dangly flowers in Dingle, but they all came out blurry. I was happy to find more of them here in Inis Oirr, and this time the pics came out quite well!
Always good to see fellow cyclists!
Just beyond town there seem to be a lot of ruins...
A baby robin! He was no bigger than a sparrow. I have never seen a baby robin before.
I left town to see what I could see. What did I find? WALLS!
All in all it's just a...
...nother brick in the...
Oh! Windmills! But they are an the NEXT island, Inis Meain (sounds like Inis Mahn). That is the least populated and least touristy of the 3 islands, so I'm told.
You know what? if I grew up here, I would be REAL sick of walls.
Hell, I was pretty sick of them ALREADY.
In fact, I found out first hand, I guess you could call it 'finding out the hard way', that the ENTIRE ISLAND outside of town is a labyrinth of stone walls.
I had been handed a tourist flyer at the boat ticket place. One of the sights here is a holy well with an EEL in it. It said, if you see the eel, you are truly blessed.
The problem is, where is the well? Hey, it's that..thing, the thing that's made out of flat grey stones..you can't miss it! HEY THAT'S MY BIKE! Fully loaded in a picture, for a change. Now you know how I roll...
The crazy part is: I never actually made it to the castle.
But I did meet a horse! A horse who knocked a stone out of the wall while eating.
YEAH YOU!
I liked this horse.
No dark sarcasm, in the classroom...
Teacher leave those kids alone...
The walls stretch everywhere, to all ends of the island, and blend into the (more) modern town.
Then I went into a pub and had yet another few Guinnesses, and listened to the best traditional Irish music yet of my trip! They even had 2 of these Irish bagpipes. They are the bellows-powered kind. I had heard of them, but had never seen one til today! I needed to take a picture.
Your friendly neighborhood Irish Bagpiper! Later I learned that another feature specific to Irish bagpipes is they have 3 droning pipes. I hadn't known that when I took these pics, otherwise I would've tried to show that better.
