Sunday, December 15, 2013
TWO OMANIS IN: Climbing Knocknarea Mountain, Co. Sligo, Ireland
We were climbing Knocknarea mountain in County Sligo, and I was wearing abaya, and riding boots, as my other cheap outdoorsey shoes had fallen apart. I had left, a pair of slipper ballet flats, and platform wedges. Riding boots were the most practical shoe, however unpractical they were, by the thumbs up I got from the Swiss tourists in their goretex hiking gear. Whatever.
Just goes to show you, a woman can do anything she sets her mind to, and that in heels and abaya. My husband was wearing dishdasha and runners, so you can imagine, the set of thumbs up he got.
The lack of practical shoes kind of decided us. We were torn whether we should climb Benbulben or Knocknarea. Benbulben was slippery and windier and actually was real climbing, and Knocknarea was more like a very steep hike, so Knocknarea it was, as the views were mostly the same in quality while the effort was easier on Knocknarea.
Clothing-wise, beyond my heeled boots, any other practical shoe with some grip would be fine. My husband and his runners held up as good as those in hiking boots.
Facing the Atlantic side is pretty freezing in terms of wind, and just walking around the cairn itself you will feel like there are two kinds of weather.
I don't know if it was just me, but going back down from Knocknarea the whole day later I felt really sick. My husband was fine, so I don't know if it was the altitude and low blood sugar plus the exertion of being out of shape, lol, but I felt in sore need of a crash.
I had no patience for the yippy little Yorkshire terrier dog that kept trying to kill itself under the wheels of our car as my husband tried to photograph it while driving.
Despite that, all in all, I'd do it again, and take more time at the top. If I'd brought a warmer sweater to layer on as I went up I think we would have, but that Atlantic wind was frightening cold to my Muscat-skin.