The Burren is the farthest west in Ireland and borders the Atlantic Ocean.
Desolate is an understatement. The ground is all craggy rock with moss, vines, and ferns growing in the cracks. Literally, it is just rocky ground for miles and miles with mabe just one single tree growing in the distance.
The Cliffs of Moher
Me and my Kiwi friend, Bree, whom I met on the bus. We are standing in the "Danger Zone"---technically we are not allowed to go here, but no one listens to the sign. The memorial to those who died on the cliffs is a bit ominous, but that won't happen to us, right?
At least we didn't get as close to the edge as these crazy people! Testimony to their insanity, Exhibit A.
Honestly, the pictures don't do the cliffs justice. I was disappointed when I looked back at my shots at home. None of the pictures capture the magic that you feel when you are actually standing with the cliffs in front of you, looking out over their shale and sandstone ledges and gazing at the vast ocean. You feel so small...but in a good way :-)
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