It was a rainy, cold day when we decided to take the ferry to the Aran Islands. In fact, the weather was so terrible that the ferry wasn't even sailing from Doolin, where we were staying. We had to take a bus to Galway, and then another bus to the docks in Rossaveal. It was a perilous trip. The ferry was lurching from side to side and crashing down on the waves. A couple people got sea sick. I was just terrified that the ferry was going to tip all the way over!
We spent three nights on Inishmor. There is certainly something to the island's reputation for isolation, loneliness, hard graft. Words don't really do justice to the awe that we felt biking down greenways between ancient rock walls, watching the ocean crash against limestone cliffs, or participating in a wedding reception at one of the islands' two pubs open in the off season.
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| There are no road bikes on the island, because there are almost no paved roads. There are also very few flat sections, so I was probably breathing hard and cursing my inactivity in this photo. |
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| Signal tower. The highest point on the island. From the roof of the tower one can see 360 degrees. |
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