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October 4, 2005
From journal 10-Day Trip to Ireland
July 26, 2005
From journal Ireland: Country of Green Rolling Hills
London, United Kingdom
December 7, 2004
Approaching the cliffs from the visitor car park, we branched right and headed up the "official" path towards the small stone tower at the top of the rise. The wind was really blowing, and we were glad for every coat and wind-cheater we could get our hands on. To our left, spectacular views of the cliffs opened up as we headed along the path. Small white seagulls clung to the black cliffs as the sea surged below. We could see inlets and coves at the base of the cliffs and wondered if any smugglers-or pirates, or cross-Atlantic swimmers-had ever been desperate enough to use them.
Carrying on up the hill, we went through a localised shower–where the wind was blowing water up the cliff and it was falling as rain–which this just added to the maritime feel of battling the elements. At the top of the hill, next to O’Brien’s Tower (open May to September), we looked out and watched the changing colours of the sea and the clouds. It was a wonderful sight, with the amazing cliffs providing a spectacular frame to the sea and the clouds.
Back down the hill, Tina and Andrea had had enough of the wind and headed for the gift shop near the car park. I branched left, ignored the dire warnings forbidding access, and joined the other strollers gently strolling along the soggy grass of the "unofficial" path. This path offered views back to where we had just been, with the tower at the top of the cliffs. It was totally safe, if a bit soggy and slippery, and also offered vistas back inland-a good reason to stay outside a bit longer.
Heading back towards the refuge of the gift shop, I passed other signs of tourist-industry life. A guitar and tin lay in a sheltered alcove–maybe the busker was also in the gift shop? I also passed a sign advertising a "talking telescope" that made me curious, but unfortunately it too was not there. Maybe it was also resting in the gift shop and waiting for summer. The gift shop itself was full of a very impressive array of souvenirs. Fortunately, none of them were memorable enough to tempt Tina. There is also a pleasant tea room on the site.
The cliffs are on the R478m and it took us about 1 hour to get there from Shannon airport. Entrance to the area is free, but it costs 4€ to park in the car park. There were two tour buses in the car park when we arrived.
From journal County Clare–superb scenery and cozy pubs
August 24, 2004
From journal Irish Cream
August 20, 2004
There was a crowded parking lot, and an even more crowded visitors center, but it didn’t take us long to head out on the trail to the cliffs. There is a well paved path that takes you to a nice vantage point. From there you can see the broad vista of the Atlantic framed by the cliffs jutting out in a peninsula on one side, and a magnificent long shoreline on the other. Words will never describe this view.
There are barriers and signs that keep you back from the precipice. Fortunately the barriers are not so un-climbable that you risk spraining an ankle on your way over. The barriers are honored much more in the breach than in the keeping. I did note that people are much more likely to approach the edge of the cliff on their hands and knees than they are to just walk up. As I got close, I could feel the vertigo, and I was sure to keep the better part of my body length between myself and the abyss.
From there you had the option of hiking along the contour of the cliffs in either direction. The wind that day was moderate, but it was blowing out to sea. In other words, if you went with the wind, you were over the cliff. I’ve heard that it has happened.
After a bit of hiking and a lot of inspiring views, we bundled into our cars, and headed back toward town.
From journal Medieval Adventures in Ireland
by EDGAR EB8
mexico city, Mexico
August 13, 2004
When you arrive you'll find the cost to park is four Euro for an unlimited time. Be prepared to walk and have comfortable, warm clothes.
The cliffs are very impressive, but they are not recommended for people afraid of heights. There is not a fence or anything that will stop you from getting close to the edge to take a picture.
We were very lucky to get good weather because in Ireland the weather changes every twenty minutes. After walking the path next to the edge of the cliffs, we sat down at the shop to have a snack and look at all the tourists that come from all parts of the world to check out this beautiful area.
From journal Travelling on the midwest of Ireland
July 13, 2004
The Cliffs of Moher stretch for roughly 8km between Liscannor and Doolin on the west coast of Ireland, an easy drive from Galway, and a short distance from one of Ireland's most famous golf courses, Lahinch.
We were doing a large loop tour of Ireland, so although the day dawned drippy in Lisdoovarna, we had little choice - the Cliffs were on our itinerary for the day, and there would be no coming back - so it was on through the rain. We passed through the colorfully interesting Liscannor, a holiday town, and followed the stream of cars to the car park labelled for the Cliffs, arriving in the footsteps of tourists who have visited here for nearly 200 years.
The rain looked as if it were drying off, so we spent a few minutes nosing around the gift shop, which was surprisingly well stocked. Sadly, most major Irish attractions have cookie-cutter things to buy: the same pins, the same chocolates and liquors and shamrock-laden trinkets, and worse than that, it is not the quality I dreamed of finding when we booked our trip! Considering the major draw here was a bunch of rocks, there was an impressive range of things available, but after buying a few postcards, we trundled out into the mist and towards the cliffs.
Just in case you are foolish about the dangers that await you should you take the plunge off the 200+ meter (600+ feet) cliffs, a large sign proclaims "PLEASE EXERCISE CAUTION BEYOND THIS POINT" in three languages. Well noted, we looked on with fascination at the folks who were brave enough to walk the edge in this windy weather, some even sitting at the edge, legs dangling over. I don't have a problem with heights, mind you, it's dangling myself freely over them that sometimes worries me!
There is a short uphill walk to O'Brien's Tower, which was built by Cornelius O'Brien in 1835 as an observation point for the crowds of visitors who were coming here, even in those days. Some locals say more colorfully that O'Brien built the tower to "impress the ladies," but I would think that if that were the case, he would have built it bigger. At any case, you follow a path lined with the lovely Moher flagstones, which have the fascinating imprints of fossilized eels on many of them, up to the Tower. There is a minor admission charge for the Tower, but my father said it wasn't really worth the extra cost to climb up inside.
From the top of the cliffs, you get a striking view along the coast. On a clear day you can see south to the Kerry peninsula, and on most days you can easily spot the Arun islands - Inishmore, Inishmaan, and Inisheer - across Galway Bay to the northwest. These cliffs take on the brunt of the Atlantic currents and winds - it is reputably "best" to come here at sunset, especially on a windy day. We had the windy day, and waves broke beautifully against the cliffs below us, but alas, the sun barely shone through the clouds. The overcast day made the dark-colored cliffs particularly brooding. One could almost picture Heathcliff, walking the cliff paths.
The Cliffs of Moher are heavily stratified, showing what geologists would consider good faulting and slumping in the Namurian sandstone shale and sandstone. Additionally, the Cliffs are a "Special Area of Conservation," being an important breeding ground for the visually striking razorbills. Vast colonies of birds and gulls make their homes here. There is concern over what impeding tourism development could mean to pollution in the area and how it could affect these breeding grounds. Although you will not see as many of these birds from the clifftops, there are local boat tours that highlight the Cliffs.
In all, I enjoyed our stop at the Cliffs of Insanity... err, the Cliffs of Moher, although our time spent there was short. Definitely worth a stop if you are in the area!
From journal Ireland's Wild Natural Beauty
November 7, 2003
From journal Western Ireland
Perth, Western Australia, Australia
September 30, 2003
West from Galway was Connemara, but first a quick stop at An Spidéal for a quick look around the craft village before continuing on to Oughterrard for a visit to the Aughnanure Castle, built in approximately 1500. We were in luck as they were having an open day with free tours of the castle. We went up narrow spiral stone staircases to the first level where they were showing paintings from local artists, then up to the next level where they were playing traditional Irish music.
We then drove on to Clifden, a beautiful village on the coast, before continuing to the cliffs of Moher. The Burren with its bare, vast, limestone areas, and not to be missed the 5,000-year-old tomb that was used by the stone dwellers to bury their dead.
From journal Ireland
by Foxboro Marmot
August 1, 2003
It's all quite safe, of course, unless you do something stupid. From the parking lot, there's a walkway with a barrier to keep you away from harm and many people get enough of a view walking the half-mile of so to the gift shop/tower to the north.
However, if you want to climb over the fence, past the 'do not go beyond this point' type signs and walk south along the cliffs, we've been told its permitted though not encouraged. According to our source, the walk along the cliffs is part of the Burren Way hiking path and continues a full three miles further, to Hag's Head.
Naturally, we had to explore this. To one side, the cliffs; to the other, pastures with grazing cows. The path did get uncomfortably close to the edge in places . . . most uncomfortably where the ground was a bit wet and muddy . . . but it was wonderful to get away from the milling crowds on the main walkway to experience the wild wind, occasional salt spray (blown 600 feet up from the waves below!) and sounds of the sea birds
From journal Shannon to Dublin and Back