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Saturday (July 18th) morning we woke up bright and early and first thing our tour bus took us up a hill to where we had a beautiful view of Ireland. Then they took us on a scenic drive that I believe they called "Devils elbow" however after a few minutes Kevin realized that it was too foggy and rainy our for us to see much of the sights that they normally point out.

So he suggested that we stop off at a beach instead. Apparently the myth goes that if you dip your feet into the water of this beach, you will leave a part of your soul there and you must return to get it back some day. It was quite cold with the rain and the wind, but we braved it and walked down some old, slippery stone steps and took our shoes off to dip our feet in the even colder water. As you can tell from my photos, it was an absolutely beautiful beach. I definitely don't mind having to return some day, I only hope it's a nicer day!

After we finished up the drive we stopped for lunch in a town, grabbed some water and snacks for the rest of the day and got back on the bus to head to the Cliffs of Moher. However, to get there we first had to take a ferry across the River Shannon. It was pretty fun, freezing and really windy again but it was a good experience.

We were really excited about this particular part of the trip because they are the "Cliffs of Insanity" in the Princess Bride and they are newly in the most recent Harry Potter movie where harry and Dumbledore go to Voldemort's cave. However when we got there, we were excited for another reason. They are an absolute natural wonder. They are so beautiful and it's such a stunningly long drop from the top that it really just kinda takes your breath away. There was also a tower on the cliffs at one point built by a man who lived there many years ago that was quite full of himself. It was kind of coll to see, but the cliffs were the real sight here.

After the cliffs, we got back on the bus and only had a short ride to Dulin - the little town that we would be staying in that night. Exahusted and cold as we were after the long day and previous late nights, we decided to go to a pub nearby for dinner. The majority of us (my flatmates and our new Aussie and Canadian friends) got beef stew for dinner, and it was amazing. It tasted great and warmed us to the core. We stayed there for a few hours to wait for the live, traditional Irish music to start. There was a hen and stag party there that night (bachlor and bachlorette parties) and betweent that and the general atmosphere of a small town pub it was a great experience. Everyone was talking and knew eachother, dancing, singing and drinking to much. We observed all of this in our half asleep state and realized that going to countries tends to reinforce stereotypes rather than dismiss them, but they're good stereotypes. We also talked to a few locals, and whether it was the amount of Irish beer they drank or their accents it was nearly impossible to understand them.

We then went home and showered and went to bed. Finally. Our hostel wasn't quite as nice as the night before, but there were just enough beds in our room for us and the new friends we had made which was nice. No strangers this time.