We were able to sleep in a little at the Seacrest because the ferry to Doolin didn’t leave until 11:30. We were given a full Irish breakfast, and I had a “cuppa” tea. I knew I wasn’t going to eat the tomato, and was probably not going to try the black pudding until Jeff took a bite of it while wondering if it was sausage. I told him what it was, and he swallowed anyway, so I took a bite. It will also be my last bite of black pudding.

Then back in our room, Jeff presided over communion for us, talked a little about verses that encourage us to not look down on anyone, and closed our mini worship service in prayer.

We thanked Geraldine and her family for their hospitality and went to the dock to wait for our ferry. It could be a little confusing, because some of the ferries only go to the other Aran Islands, others only go to Doolin, and some do a mixture.

We finally got on the right ferry, which stopped at the other two Aran Islands for passengers before setting us out at Doolin Pier. We had quite a walk to the Atlantic View B&B, and by the time we got there, I just wanted to go to sleep. But of course, we were here to see the Cliffs, so after we ate a sandwich lunch, we tried to hunt down a bus that would take us. Google had said the bus we wanted would be at a car park down the road. So we hiked down there, asked around, and got in the place we thought we were supposed to be. When the bus came to the turn-around spot, Jeff flagged it down, but the driver never so much as slowed down for us. That was frustrating. Jeff went to ask for the location of another ride, vowing to just call a taxi if we couldn’t get one. We had to hike back to the pier to catch this one, and the driver was a pleasant man who explained that the previous bus didn’t actually pick up where we were. The moral of the story is, don’t trust Google.

Everyone I met kept saying I had gotten a fair bit of sun. That was an understatement, but we still needed to see the Cliffs.

They were an awesome sight themselves, but I was disappointed in the experience. First, the drop off for the company we used was a ten minute’s walk to the visitor center. That didn’t sound so bad, until we actually had to walk the uneven dirt and gravel trail. There were hordes of people there, crowding the lanes and taking selfies. There was another trail on the other side of a rock fence, so we tried walking along there. I wasn’t particularly thrilled about it since that got us closer to the edge, and while the walkway was broader, there were still far too many people for my comfort. We reached the end of the trail to find there was no way to get to the visitor center except behind the fence, so we had to find a way to climb over it. Jeff got over okay, but I fell down on the cliff side and embarrassed myself in front of all those people. We found another spot that would be easier for me to go over, and then walked on an easier paved path to the visitor center. I couldn’t go on any farther, so Jeff bought me ice cream and a coke as I stayed there and he went on to the top of the paved path for more pictures. I looked around the gift shop a little, then sat back down to wait for Jeff and have a little pity party. I started to feel sick from the severe sunburns I had by this time. Jeff returned, and we walked over to the bus stop we knew would be working. The bus to Doolin was the third one to stop there, so we ended up waiting a little while. When we finally reached Doolin, we ate at Gus O’Connor’s Pub, where Jeff had fish and chips, and I had chicken tenders.

After supper, we hiked a while back to our room, where I promptly crashed on the bed. Everything hurts, especially my sunburns.

Jeff said every trip must have a not so great day. I guess this was mine. Tomorrow, we will wake up early to catch a bus to Ennis, and then to Shannon Airport, where we will rent a car to drive to Dingle. Hopefully, I can rest on the drive.