Monday, December 5, 2016
We tumbled -- a little seasick -- off the coach and followed more twisty roads and climbed tons of stairs until we reached the very tip of the peninsula -- As far southwest as we could go.
But to get there, we had to cross inlets by going over Mizen Bridge.
As always with Atlantic coastal visits, the wind was wild. I debated for a long time whether or not to post this picture as it is rather embarrassing, but here it is. Try to restrain yourself from laughing too hard.
The sad thing about Mizen head is that it was our final destination on our last trip. So I had to get a picture with our absolutely, amazing bus driver, Brian. I learned so much from him, laughed so hard so many times, and enjoyed every moment in the coach.