I left Galway and continued my journey south around the coast of Ireland, on my way to Dublin.  The next stop from Galway was the cliffs of Moher and instead of taking a bus there and then abck to Galway, I decided to walk to a hostel that was around 14km or so from the cliffs and would involve a nice coastal walk towards it.  My foot was still hurting but had improved immensely in the few days since hurting it and so i figured it would be 0k to do the walk.  I took a bus from Galway and arrived at the cliffs around noon and then hung out taking in the sights for a while before heading south along the coast.  The views were beautiful and as you walked down the coast the tourists started to thin out and the enjoyment of the walk improved.

I will just post a bunch of photos to show how amazing this area was.

Eventually the coastal walk ended and I had to cut in and walk along the road.

For a little bit the road wasn’t too bad, but eventually the road became pretty narrow and did not have any shoulders which was a little bit sketchy.  I just made sure to move over as much as i could when a car drove by and it worked out ok.  I eventually made it to Lahinch and on to the hostel.

I had no idea that Ireland had a surfing culture and any good surf.  The hostel was a surfers hostel and there were tons of Aussie’s living there for several weeks, hanging out and surfing.  I did not believe it until I saw some surf videos showcasing the west coast of Ireland and was impressed how big the waves were.  Anyways, I didn’t really surf and was only stopping through as I was on my way towards the Dingle peninsula.  The people there were really cool and the common area had a nice laid back atmosphere.  We watched TV shows, surf videos and told random stories of our travels.  In the evening, we headed to a local pub for some live music.

It was a nice chill night and we ended up staying at the bar much later than i anticipated because we were having a good time.

The next morning I woke decently early and got my things together as I was headed to the Dingle peninsula and didn’t know how long it would take me to get there.  The buses to get there were really annoying as they went way out of the way, so I decided it would be interesting to hitchhike there instead.  I walked to the main road on the opposite side of town and stuck out my thumb with the hope of making it south.  I ended up making it to Dingle via 5 total rides and it took me about 5 hours where the bus was supposed to take me about 7.  I got to chat with a mother, a fisherman who was about to go to London to become an electrician, a guy headed into town to get his 4 wheeler serviced, a grandma on her way to her vacation home and a businessman that had work in Dingle.  I also needed to jump on a ferry to cross a channel and luckily grabbed a ride as the ferry was unloading.

I grabbed some bread, cheese and meat in Trelee and then hit the road again.

I eventually made it to Dingle and was ready for the next adventure.