The Cliffs of Perilous Winds
Last weekend I finally went to the infamous Cliffs of Moher with a group of other IFSA-Butler students. We got up way too early for a Saturday morning and headed into town to meet the tour bus. First of all, the tour company is called “Paddywagon,” which seems to be a bit derogatory, but I guess if the Irish choose to embrace the insult that makes it okay. Our tour guide’s name was Fergal and yes I’m serious. Fergal was a precious old man with a thick Cork accent who just loved to talk, as he should given his profession. When he ran out of relevant or significant topics, he would just point to random pieces of land and say that they weren’t usually that flooded. We made a stop on the side of the road for photos and almost got knocked over by sea spray. I was starving by the time we got to the lunch spot, a cozy little pub with a fire place. Fergal recommended the seafood chowder and I was pleased I followed that advice. As we were leaving the pub Fergal said he had good and bad news. Good news: the sun had actually come out, a rarity during Irish winters. Bad news: the Cliffs of Moher were unfortunately closed due to dangerous winds. However, Fergal reassured us that the wind hand blown over the barrier to get to the Cliffs of Moher so we were good to go. As we got off the bus, it didn’t seem that bad. Yes, it was windy of course, but we were able to walk steadily enough. That all changed the higher we climbed and the closer we got to the edges of the cliffs. I’ve never experienced that much wind before. Hats were flying off, people were falling in the grass, wallets were dismantled, and we even found a lonely piece of chocolate cake in the parking lot. Despite the potentially hazardous weather conditions, the cliffs were beautiful. The pictures just don’t do them justice.