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.
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.
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.