Taming the Wild Atlantic Way

For 2,500km along Ireland's west coast is a signposted detailed coastal route called the Wild Atlantic Way. Wild it is as it follows some of the best coastal scenery, captivating beaches, high cliffs, quaint Irish villages, national parks and architectural sites and ruins. What they don't tell you about are the tiny winding roads that are lucky to fit one car on let alone two, the rain and the wind of the variable Irish climate and the difficulties of following a complicated route by signs (we are too cheap to buy a map).

We flew into Dublin and gave the city one day as it was not really our cup of tea (if you drink Guinness then this is your town), and then headed west to try and find the Wild Atlantic Way. Enroute we spent a day in Killarney, a town that had the most wonderful national park with quaint horse drawn carriages, an old vine encrusted castle and captivating hikes to high viewpoints and cascading waterfalls.

Torc Waterfall

Muckross House

Loop Head Peninsula

From there we continued west and intersected the route at a town called Tralee. We followed as best we could and successfully found our first signature point (really special place) at Loop Head Peninsula. The winds were blowing a gale and the rain was sleeting down but that never stops a true traveller who might never be here again. We were already wearing three layers including waterproof and windproof pants so the rain had Buckley's chance of breaking through our well worn ensemble. Preparation comes with experience. As nice as the peninsula was, the coastal drive skirting high cliffs and crashing waves was much more fascinating. The cows looked on bemused as I tried taking photos while my lens kept getting wet.

Reaching our first stop on the WAW in the tiny stereotypically Irish town of Doolin, we found the best pub called Gus O'Connor's with five musicians sitting on benches in the middle of the pub providing live music. At one stage a patron/performer did an Irish jig among the crowd. The next day was another signature point: the Cliffs of Moher.

The visitor centre 
built into the cliffs

Fabulous cliffs that went on forever in both directions but were totally fogged in, blowing a gale and raining as we arrived. We survived the race to the visitors centre and decided to enjoy the exhibition and cafe while waiting for the weather to improve. While reading one of the many interactive geological information boards I learned something new about global warming. There is a concern that the amount of cold water coming from the melting Arctic into the North Atlantic could shut down the circulation that brings warm water from the Equator and trigger an ice age for Ireland. Just another reminder of the unpredictable nature of the changes we are causing to the climate.

The Cliffs of Moher

After lunch we checked the state of the weather and found the rain had stopped and the visibility had improved, still windy though. We braved a trip along some of the cliff trails taking in the fantastic views but eventually needing to give up as we feared being blown over the cliffs on one rock strewn slippery track.

The Burren

Dunguaire Castle

The next day was our longest driving day, following the WAW to our last stop on this fantastic route: Ireland's largest island, Achill. The views are amazing: huge cliffs punctuated by sandy beaches around the whole island. Our day there turned out to be our first fully fine blue sky day in Ireland. The highlight was climbing from Keem beach to the top of the highest sea cliffs in Europe. My shoes may never forgive me after sloshing up the boggy hill and my socks got soaked but the views from the top were well worth it. Not quite as prepared as the day before. At this time of year sunset comes early (around 5:20) and we only found the lovely Keel beach just in time to see the sun go down while looking across to the hill we had climbed a few hours earlier.

Keel beach

Keem Beach

We only experienced a small sample of the WAW as we had to get to Londonderry to catch up with a friend and experience a full-on Halloween; I had been told it is huge there. You could easily allow a month to fully immerse yourself in the wonders of the Wild Atlantic Way, but for now this will go on our list of places we might need to come back to.

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Note: I have destroyed another camera on my travels. My Canon Powershot SX150 IS has been dying for a while, struggling to open its lens. It has taken about 15,000 photos since purchase in Chile in 2012 for about $200 Aussie. Valiantly clicking from deserts to the Arctic Circle, from sea level to 5000m, from camels' backs to the tops of volcanoes and much much more. All while sitting uncovered in my pants pocket, always at the ready. Thanks for a job well done.