doolin day 2

today i went to the cliffs of moher



karl, the hostel proprietor, mentioned that the route was a bit treacherous. he wasn't lying.



there were lots of electric fences wrapped in barbed wire. luckily i have become an expert at maneuvering around them. and there was nearly always some type of entryway exactly when you needed it.



i passed by the bones of an 18th century famine village.



and some gorgeous coastline.





but dangerous!



i had to scale a serious hill. karl said it was steep but i was not prepared for this.



the higher i climbed the narrower the path became. and the windier it got.



more danger!



but i was rewarded with some gorgeous views.







by the end my shoes weren't very happy.



but i think it was worth it. then i hitchhiked home with a lovely elderly gentleman from limerick city. it was the perfect adventure.