The Fog of Moher
Saturday morning Christine, myself, and a friend from work got up dark and early to catch a taxi at 6:15 am to Hueston Station, Dublin, where we started a rail-tour into the West of Ireland. Two trains, and a coach ride, and 7 hours later we arrived at the stunning, world renowned Cliffs of Moher. Here they are in all their majestic glory, towering ominously over the Atlantic:
Ok, so we got p0wn3d by Irish weather. But we did get a few other stops, including the Bunratty catle which was a fun stop, and many small west coast towns, and the train ride was comfortable. We happily boozed the three hours back to Dublin.