This one DOES simply walk into Moher
In 1835 Cornelius O’Brien built a tower atop the cliffs in a bid to pick up chicks (Not kidding). Supposedly he also built the retaining wall however like most of Irish history a casual observer is forced to conclude that it is entirely made up as the walls are not consistent with the construction methods of the day. The legend of this tower building poonhound also claims that he foresaw the tourism industry of the modern world and in his will forbade the charging of fees to visit the cliffs, I assume he also willed that drinks in the tourist center should be overpriced.
After walking along the cliffs for quite some time and promising my firstborn in exchange for a bottle of water I decided it was time to head out and see more of Irelands wonderfully made up history.
The next stop was the Dingle peninsula… and yes I giggled like a schoolgirl at the name.
In 1983 a wild bottlenose attention seeking dolphin moved into the area and began trying to make a name for himself as a local attraction, the locals named him Fungie for some reason. The locals claim that Fungie has not been fed or trained in any way and performs these entertaining activities of his own accord, however Dolphins have on average a twenty year lifespan. Fungie is either one of the oldest living bottlenose dolphins or the locals have brought in trained replacement dolphins.
Dingle is home to some 52 pubs and a few hundred residents. The tour buses stop here with a fair regularity so that excuses the absurdity of the situation to a small extent. One of the reasons I went to visit Dingle is the new Dingle Distillery, unfortunately I was both unable to inspect the distillery and unable to spend several thousand dollars on a cask of whiskey I would not be able to drink for at least five years. I still think it would be a great idea to buy one and insist in my will that it be opened for my wake, and that the wake doesn’t end until the cask does. Just for clarity a cask holds some 160ish bottles.