Treasures of Ireland:
The Cliffs of Moher
(Dispatch #13)
Story and photos by Tom Weber
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the longest coastal driving route in all of Europe, snaking 2,500 km
(1,500 mi) around, through and over jagged-rock defenses that do battle
against the powerful Atlantic Ocean along Ireland's rugged and majestic
western seaboard. Meet the epic Wild
Atlantic Way, the adventurous, sign-posted serpentine route
dotted with killer views and iconic locales like the Ring
of Kerry, the Dingle
Peninsula and, our next stop, the Cliffs of Moher.
As our intrepid "band of merry media"
18 travel writers and photographers invited by Insight
Vacations to experience a portion of its Treasures of Ireland
itinerary prepares to disembark from the motor coach, Big Mike,
our larger-than-life tour director cautions us, "It's windy out
today, so, whatever you do, DO NOT get too close to the edge."
The self-proclaimed Liam Neeson-lookalike
adds, "In all the years that I've been doing this, I've yet to
have a member of my group blown over the side of the cliffs."
Big Mike concludes, with a stare that could
stop a Mack truck, "Understood?"
With only an hour on the clock, we clamber
off the motor coach and scatter in all directions, clutching our cameras
and holding onto our hats. Big Mike's right, it is WINDY out
here.
One of Ireland's most-visited natural attractions
1 million+ guests per year the Cliffs of Moher, named after the
eponymous fort that once stood atop the rugged terrain, is a towering
8 km (4.8 mi) stretch, as the crow flies, of steep rock faces overlooking
the deep-blue Atlantic in Co. Clare.
Bypassing the award-winning, environmentally
friendly visitor center carved into the hillside, I head straight for
O'Brien's Tower, a former 19th century, round stone observation post.
From here, I've got the perfect vantage
spot to capture both Hags Head to the south and Knockardakin, the cliff's
highest point (702 ft.), to the north, with my lens.
Pardon the cliché, but standing
on the Cliffs of Moher and looking out to sea just takes your breath
away (read, hyperventilate) and also makes your knees knock a bit, especially
if you get too close to the edge. Hey, you only live once, right?
Back on board the heated motor coach, nestled
in my business class-legroom seat, Big Mike passes by counting heads.
Satisfied with the tally nary a passenger blown over the side
of the Cliffs of Moher he tells Eugene, aka The Quiet Man,
to put her in gear, and we wave goodbye to a herd of contented cattle
and continue our drive along the scenic Wild Atlantic Way.
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premium and luxury-escorted journeys around Europe, including the Treasures
of Ireland itinerary, where there are always plenty of camera-ready
sights, just click HERE,
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See you in just a few kilometers when we'll
hold our breath and go barreling down Corkscrew Hill in hot pursuit
of Monk's Pub where we'll take a load off to enjoy a pint of Guinness,
a steaming bowl of chowder and one of the absolute best Irish coffees
to ever grace the planet.
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on The 19th Green; The
Ring of Kerry; A
Jaunty-Good Ride Through Killarney National Park
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