On the first day of our trip, we took to the road early, leaving Dublin. Our goal for the day was to make the west coast of Ireland, more precisely the Cliffs of Moher in County Clare.
After an hour or so, my friend felt she'd adapted to driving on the left (minus a few bumps). Our route planner announced that the trip duration would be around 3,5 hours. Not the shortest drive but still manageable with a few mandatory breaks. We got the GPS and a good morale. We were fairly confident that it was going to be fine. But that was without allowing for my general bad luck with technology and the state of the Irish regional roads...
At some stage, we realised that the gps battery life was going in the red. Don't panic (and grab a towel) I thought. It turned out that our car had a faulty cigar-lighter. Luckily, my friend, who was more far-sighted than I, made us buy a map the day before... just in case.
Not sure how much my friend knew about my lack of orientation skills at the time, I tried to keep a straight face and got the map out of the glove compartment, pretending to know what I was doing.
Well to cut a story a short, I got us there... in 6 hours. My head was probably this close to be chopped. It wasn't all my fault I must say, the regional roads in Ireland are a zigzagging mess and it slowed us considerably (well ok, had I known the difference between regional roads and national ones in terms of speed, maybe just maybe I would have directed us slightly differently).
Both exhausted, we finally arrived at destination in the early evening. And you know what, it was worth it. It was breath-taking, atmospheric and foggy like a Kate Bush song. It was everything we had hoped.
With epic images in our heads, we left the site and drove south to Galway where we had booked a hotel. Needless to say, we slept like babies that night.