We went to the Burren and the Cliffs of Moher (“mow ‘er”) with a tour bus company on Saturday. It sucked pretty badly. In all fairness, the tour was originally supposed to be €18 and it was discounted to €9. So I guess we can’t complain.
First we stopped at a castle that I couldn’t tell you the name of for all of us to take pictures, and it was actually really nice to finally be able to just pull out our cameras and be tourists.
Driving through the Burren (one of only 19 karst regions in the world) was really cool, too. The roads got tiny and we had to stop once for a few teenage boys to chase a bunch of cows back into the field (we also threw around the idea that this incident was staged for the Americans). The bus stopped at some random point in the Burren for us to take some more pictures, and TJ the tour guide was talking about these rock walls that are all over Ireland to separate property. The ones in this area are just rocks piled on top of each other, called “dry walls” since they don’t cement them together. Well that’s cool, but when we were running around the Burren, Doug easily knocked a sizeable hole in one on accident (“I destroyed my own little piece of Ireland today!”). We were also always the last ones to get back on the bus, a few minutes after the time that TJ set. We were “those guys.”
We had “meat baps” for lunch (apparently that’s a sandwich). We played with the stray dogs outside. We drank free milk (we think). I guess that warrants more information. There was free water at this pub and next to it a jug of what could have been free milk or free cream. We didn’t know if it was cream for the coffee or milk for the tons of American tourists that they process daily. Well, we drank it. The staff could very well have been standing behind the bar laughing at the stupid Americans, but we drank it. It’s hard to tell because the milk here is so damned thick anyway.
Regardless, after that was the main attraction—the Cliffs of Moher. This is what we should have seen (according to Google):