Inis Mór loop to Dún Aonghasa

Warning: lots of stone photos and risk of addiction! Today I had to get up early. Do the laundry, get ready for the morning and have breakfast all in one go, as the weather forecast promised quick drying. So I hung my clothes on the line and went to the ferry to Inishmore, the largest of the Aran Islands. Of course I got refreshingly soaked for the few meters ☔️. It was raining on the island for the first half hour and then it got noticeably better as the west wind blew the clouds apart at around 33 km/h. To avoid the rush of visitors, I wobbled comfortably against the crowds. The Worm Hole, the 3000 year old fortification (ring wall) and other things had to be done. So the kilometers were on the sandals in no time. By the way, the islanders don't need a gym, as they keep fit by piling up stones. I don't want to know how many hundreds of kilometers of dry walls were built there. I just managed to catch my return ferry because I still had to satisfy my thirst and hunger. The day was wonderful but exhausting. PS: The laundry is dry and smells of a fresh sea breeze 🌊💨😉.

We took the ferry in the fog to the third of the four islands - Árainn Mhór. Peter meant well for us again and cleared the fog after our arrival. The sun was so strong that the jackets quickly disappeared into the backpack and the sunscreen was unpacked. After we left the pier in Cill Rónáin, there were quickly no more tourists to be seen. A circumstance that was very helpful to us after our experience at the Cliffs of Moher. Our path took us through the Irish cultural landscape with its countless stone walls. There were blooms all around us and many blackberries found their way into our mouths. In the west of the island we were impressed by cliffs that were marked by the sea. Our path further led us to the oldest Western European fortress, Dún Dubhchathair, which probably only had presentational purposes. Here we met all sorts of tourists again, some of whom were making their way up the uneven path, some panting and wearing flip-flops. Afterwards there was a swim in the Atlantic and yes, the water was cold. Ultimately we took a bus and returned to the ferry via a sea lion colony. It was a beautiful day. 😀