Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Really, Ireland, your couch-surfing (besides the couple aforementioned) community sucks.
However, we booked a hotel for one night, even though after the inanely long drive, we were ready to drop dead from exhaustion. We returned our rental car, we shuttled to the airport, from the airport we were shuttled to our hotel, and, after dropping our things off, we shuttled back to the airport, where we bought a buss pass and set off bussing it to Dublin.
So some moving (on foot) photography from me.
It was a schwarma joint.
We were craving meat after a week of mashed potatoes and strawberries and fresh baked pie, and we wanted halal.
We found this Moroccan Restaurant, after we turned the corner from there.
I take this photo to remind myself, of the food we could have eaten...
Dublin, for sure, we have to come again. We did not do you justice.
We were in the town of Doolin near the Cliffs of Moher. We had breakfast, went for a walk through town (I still did not buy a Claddahg ring---or hair clip), and decided to hang out waiting for the Aran Island ferry to come in, having a picnic, staring back out at the cliffs.
Monday, May 18, 2015
It was a wet, soggy day, the day we decided to drive to the other end of county Clare (ok, I decided, since I am the one who cares about museums and basically Iron Age and Bronze Age Ireland out of the two of us). Nonetheless, my husband admitted that of all the tourist attractions we'd gone to (not many) this one was the best worth our money and gas mileage: Craggaunowen. Craggaunowen is a restoration and reconstruction of pre-historic and early Christian era housing and living. My thing, certainly, so we had to go. Plus, my husband enjoys learning how other people lived, and he found so many things in common with the Irish and Omanis, that he understands why Americans decided they all came from Ireland (Irish people grumbled to us, that they didn't send that many Irish to America;) ). The "Gathering" was on, so you have to forgive. We were the only GCC tourists we saw.
The Crannog island itself were constructed by placing layers of stone, tree trunks, brushwood and even old dug-out canoes on the lake bed, and these were secured by wooden pilings, and the platform was covered by a layer of sand or dirt (or both). A defensive timber fence often encompassed the property, and herein, houses of mud thatched with hazel wattles were erected. The approach for the home was a causeway, a bridge or by boat.
After this area there was also a dolmen (which has only photos of me standing with so no posting) and a version of a Viking escape route/refrigerator/store (which only has photos of my husband crawling through it).
This boat, is, of course, a replica, however, in 1976 (see youtube video below) Tim Severin built this baby on the manuscript's description, and, stopping in the Aran Islands, in Donegal, the Hebrides, and in the Faroes, over-wintering in Iceland, proved that it was possible to cross the Atlantic and make it to North America. Pretty awesome. That's what I love about archeology and history.