I Want Moher Moher Moher

This past Saturday we headed out on a 3 1/2 hour bus ride to get to the Cliffs of Moher. It was one of those days where we literally went through every single type of weather possible during the course of our trip. We started out with sunshine which switched to rain, and by the time we made it to the rest stop, it was snowing. I was a little shocked about the snow because I did not even realize it snowed here.

As we arrived at the rest stop, I hear our chaperone exclaim, "It does not even look like there is going to be enough room in the museum for all of us!" My friends and I looked around and we only saw a rest stop. In my head, I was thinking is this a thing that they call their rest stops museums here (I was desperate for an answer). Well it turns out we were at the Barack Obama rest stop--yes this is actual place. The museum talks about how Obama's great great grandfather was from Ireland. Of course the place has all the fixings of a regular rest stop.

Finally we arrived at the Cliffs of Moher which are part of County Clare. Immediately, I was cold to the bone due to the gusts of wind--there was actually a wind advisory out on the day of our trip.

Our chaperone from our school informed us that "we under no circumstance were to go to the left". So I obviously went left...just kidding. 

In this group photo I am clearly Cousin It. We then continued to walk right and we got to a point where there was a fence, but we kept going and that is where the views really took my breath away--mostly due to my fear that I was going to fall off the cliff.

If you think there is a person in the background on the ground, you are correct. It was that windy that he fell over into the grass. One girl on our bus fell in the mud.

After this photo was taken our chaperone found us and exclaimed, under no circumstance were we to go past the fence and we were way beyond the fence (whoops).

 

Our group always has a way of doing things which means that something always goes a little off course when we decide to try something. Whether it be going to the club at the wrong time, going to Temple Bar after midnight (apparently you SHOULD NOT do that), taking the long way on the bus to Wicklow, things always have an odd little twist. Cliffs of Moher was no different, but with our wind blown hair and soaked jackets due to the water being sprayed up from the wind it still ended up being a grand day.

I did not even mind when our chaperone on the way home decided to play river music--just kidding I was bothered. It was good thing it was only a 3 hour bus ride (note sarcasm).

Until tomorrow's adventure,
Hannah