Doolin is the most amazing place I have been in a long time.
Me and Larri had a great time and learned so much about each other. By this, I mean I watched her throw up seafood chowder into a giant bag and held back her hair for a bit. Until I almost threw up into the same bag and had to leave for some fresh air. But still was blocked by about 7 other people throwing up as well. A little background to this story:
Me and Larri decided to go to the Cliffs of Moher and then jump off the bus and stay a night and then hop the next bus the next day to go back to Dublin.
It all worked so perfectly except for the fact that Larri's roomies were throwin a rager at her house the night before and we all know Larri can't resist a good party. I kid I kid. It's hard to avoid when it's happening in your own house, and with people you adore. So I had no choice but to hang with her and make sure it all went smoothly. This is when we learned how to dance like a Brazilian hottie. Only minus the hottie, and minus the Brazilian really, we looked silly. But this Brazilian chick really, and i mean REALLY wanted to teach us to dance like her. She kept yelling at us, "SEPARATE!!" meaning that she wanted us to detach our top halves from our bottom halves. It was so hard, and we kept whining back at her, "But we don't separate like that. We're just Americans. We're unworthyyyyy." haha. I got better at it after about 3 hours, Larri on the other hand is hopeless. The girl just refuses to separate. Haha.
So we went to bed late... and got up really early which equaled about 3 hours of sleep followed by a bus ride and some galavanting around the most beautiful place ever. But Larri looked like this, just to put how we felt into words:
On the way we stopped at a castle called something with a B. I'll figure it out and change it when I think of it. And we found this cool old Gaelic phone booth so we had a photoshoot. It also happened to be outside a restaurant where I had some amazing soup.
We also found this cool headphone-shaped statue thing so I put Larri in there and took a pic. I think it's nice, huh?
And this classic tee that I considered buying for my father. :) typical.
We went to the Cliffs of Moher first, and even though it was hurricane-ing all over our heads, it was the most breathtaking experience. Pictures really just do it justice. It's something you have to see for yourself. There's a path that you can walk either direction along the cliffs, but at one end where the path ends is a sign that says something like, DO NOT CROSS OR YOU WILL FALL AND DIE, AND IF YOU DON'T YOU WILL SLIP AND GET SO MUDDY THAT YOU WILL BE EMBARRASSED ALL DAY WITH POOPIE PANTS. So all the girls, and the few boys, that I work with told me that I HAVE to cross this sign cuz that's where all the most amazing views are and there's like a secret castle at the end. But then they did say that if it's rainy or even a tiny bit windy, don't go cuz you will fall and die. And I am their most valuable intern afterall. :) Needless to say, Larri and I are some of the most uncoordinated people I know, and decided not to crash and burn by trying to be the cool kids by breaking the rules. We
did go see the castle on one side though. Paid our 2 euro to go up and see the views from the top. Extraordinary.
After our quick trip along the cliffs without dying, we went to eat some lunch at a pub in Doolin, just a small town nearby. I had pork and cabbage without any cabbage, which was confusing. And Larri had the legendary seafood chowder. (Get it girl!!!). Then the bus left and we checked into our hostel called Rainbow hostel (conveniently located next door to a real fun pub called McDermots... I think. Then we went to the tourist office to see what time we could take the ferry to the front of the cliffs to get a cool view and obs didn't wanna go that day cuz it was hurricane-ing outside. The lady says, "There's one leaving in 20 min, these girls are going too and so you can ride with them. Give me 20 euro each". So we did. And then we rode with 2 girls named Johanna and Johanna from Malta to the docks. It was still acting like a hurricane so the boat guy gives us a warning that we can turn back and get our money back if we don't wanna go. We decided ah, naw, we can hack it.
Little did we know, it was gonna be like the Perfect Storm with raging winds and waves. Larri would speak the whole time, which I found out was because she was afraid she would spew on me. Thanks for keepin it in for me, Larri. :) I was playin the whole time, whisper-screaming "ahhhhh, it's like the perfect storm!!! hold on tight, larri!!" Once we stopped in front of the cliffs and it was safe to move, I say, "Hey Larri, that was fun. Let's go take some badass pics!" She says, "GetMeASpewBag" all one word. haha. I run for the biggest black bag I can find, holdher hair back until I felt sick, and then ran for the door. There were like 5 people throwing up in the front of the boat, and about 4 throwing up in the back. No escape. I took my pics, slipped and fell on my butt, hot boat man helped me up, I blushed, and then went back to Larri who looked like a sad, sleeping kitty on her bench.
These are the raging waters that made Larri ralph.
We went to the nearest pub for some chips and beer for me, water for Larri. She felt better so we completed our walk home. Fell asleep for a few hours, and then went back to the pub. I'm pretty sure almost everyone who was in a 20 mile radius was there. Including a stag party gone wild. So fun. Some randoms were playing music and everyone was dancing. This one real drunk guy was talking way too fast and Irish and stuff. Hard to understand. He tells Larri, "Don't ever color your hair!" she replies, "Ya, I go to college!" hahahaha. I almost died. Language barrier, you know. We also brough our little German roomie with us cuz he was just so cute and tiny and we just wanted to hug him the whole time. The boy can drink beer like a German.
The next day we rented bikes from our hostel guy and went for a ride to the coast where we found the most amazing little path that took us into wonderland. It was the most perfect day. It was so sunny and warm with just a slight breeze. We walked on the crazy rocks until the tide started coming in, and then it got scary so we ran back to our bikes. We also found this bathtub that just had the most spectacular views of the coast and the cliffs. I want one. So. Bad.
I wanna get married here.
classic shoe pics.
Cliffs of Moher in the background.
On our way to the coast we found these church ruins, so we went in the gate cuz we wanted to see inside the church, and nobody was around. There were wayyyyy too many graves though, and I don't know about you, but I don't like walking on graves. Especially the creepy ones that have leaves all over the op and there might be the scary zombie people under there waiting to grab your ankles. So really I just try to avoid it. But we had to go in, so Larri walked pretty calmly, like a normal human. While I ran and said, "I'm so sorry" like a billion times. Didn't wanna hurt their feelings. We finally made it inside and it was so cool. There were only like 2.5 walls still standing and there were graves inside... it was just so cool.
We also stopped at these other cliffs to take a few quick pics on our ride home. Pretty area, but we were so tired so it was a quick stop for us. Plus Larri hated the Texan kid in front of us, so she had to beat him back onto the bus to put his chair back upright for him. Sneaky little Jerri.
"What up homie!!"
Larri gets too close to the edge. Every time.
I got muscles. What up?
Then we went to eat at this place that Larri's colleagues told us to go to and Larri had a sandwich while I downed half a baby chicken. :) We met with the bus and went home again. It was by far my favorite trip this summer.
I recommend this trip so do it to it. :)
Loves and hugs and kisses too!
xoxo
Karen
P.S. I owe Larri a payback. Here it is. Enjoy!!
