Part VIII: The Cliffs of Moher

We arrived in Doolin just after 8:00pm. The last hour of the bus ride found me throwing up in my shaving kit. Needless to say, I fell asleep almost as soon as we got to our hostel.
We got up early this morning and caught the eight o'clock bus to the Cliffs of Moher. We spent the first part of the morning walking around and climbing over walls to get to the edge of the cliffs. While Nate took a several kilometer walk to some ruins, I sat in the cafeteria. We took the bus back to Doolin and the bus driver asked us what else we had seen in the area, and then ended up dropping us off a little past our hostel right on the coast. We stayed there for an hour or two, except Nate who left early to catch the bus so he could get lunch. The rest of walked back to the hostel a little later.
The landscape by the coast was beautiful. The rock formations were incredible, like giant steps cut into the coastline. Further inland, it was simply a green, rock-strewn, plain that, along with the cliffs, looked exactly like the music video to Sigur Ros's "Glosoli".
The bus to Galway was about half and hour late. While we were waiting, we met a guy who was in the military (U.S.) who was finishing up a month long world tour. He had made his way West from Hong Kong and was spending his last few days in Ireland.
The ride to Galway was much less nauseating than the previous bus rides had been. We checked into our hostel, walked back to the coast, and then attended mass at what I believe was St. Nicholas Cathedral.

Onto the pubs.