Tralee to Doolin

After a good Irish breakfast we set out for the ferry crossing at Tarbert. A route I took last August but I still managed to make a wrong turning,lol. We arrived at the Cliffs of Moher and spent some time walking along the Cliff top. I suppose I should be more impressed by such a spectacular place but I found the large number of tourists and the commercialisation just too much. I wanted to walk along the cliff top path just to get away from all the bustle. Thousands of sea birds flew back and forth from the cliffs as they searched for food to bring back to their nests on the rocks. Doolin is famous for it's tradional music and the pubs in the village have regular music sessions. Our accomodation for the night was a mile or two outside the village, which was the only fault I found with it. In the evening I walked out from the B&B to the roadside. It was a beautiful evening. The sun was setting behind a small cloud, a few rays finding holes through the nebula giving a red glow to the horizon. There was hardly a breeze. In the distance I could hear the faint sound of a dog barking mingled with the equally faint sound of traditional music. This was the Ireland I wanted to see. Not the Ireland of Dublin with it's mile after mile of car crowded roads, it's ceaseless din of noise, everyone in a rush and going nowhere. I woke early the next morning to catch the sunrise. The window of my bedroom got both the setting and rising sun, at least in June :)