The day started out with the golden promise of bright sun rays, but it soon clouded and turned into a very wet day. Although we didn't know it for the first hour or so, we all would be drenched to the bone before the day's end.
I'm used to the rooster's crow in the morning, but I didn't expect to be awakened by a seagull's cry outside our hostel window that morning.
|The drive to the ferry.|
|It was sunny in the morning. Truly.|
|Boggy Galway landscape|
|What is that? A purple house!|
The west of Ireland is mostly boggy or rocky terrain. Neither makes for good farm land, but since the Irish were forced to live there, they had to get all the rock out of the land they were trying to cultivate. This is mostly the reason for the thousands of stone walls throughout the west and on the Aran Islands. As they dragged the rocks out of the field so they could plant it, they built stone walls around the field.
|I'm not kidding. Stone walls are in abundance here.|
Dun Aonghasa was seen as a great and powerful fort because of its location. Since it is built on the top of a hill along the edge of a cliff, it has a great defensive and offensive advantage. It is high enough that it would be impossible to attack with a surprise raid. Since it is built on a cliff rather than near the shore, it cannot be attacked from the sea either. The fort Dun Aonghasa was very large and oppressive, enemies would be intimidated by its grandness. The strength and size of the fort would inspire the people and show them the strength of their leader.
Soaked and longing for a warm fireplace, we hiked back down and did some shopping before climbing back into our cart. Our Driver's name was Martin, and his horse was named Hopper. Despite the torrents of rain, this was probably my favorite day yet because it was spent around so many horses.
|Hopper wondering if we had any food.|
|Hopper has one blue eye and one brown one.|
|Every landscape is improved when viewed between the ears of a horse.|
Of course, as we were leaving the Island the sun came out.
|Another horse. *Squeal*|
|Where were you a few hours ago?!|
|I spotted a lighthouse on the ferry ride back.|
By the time we arrived in Galway, I was just starting to get warmer, but then we stepped out into that coastal wind again and walked a block to arrive at the restaurant, shivering again. It was a humorous sight. We were sitting at candlelit tables, soaking wet and looking like bedraggled street rats.
Diana ordered us all hot tea and we soon got a hot meal, and once we got back to the hostel, we were able to dry off and get warmed up.