Day 101: Ghost cliffs
- Pauline Bouras
- Jul 17, 2018
- 2 min read
Updated: Apr 8, 2021

Day 101 - Sunday, July 15th 2018: Doolin to Lahinch 23 km / Total 2087 km, 16°C, rain
For once, I decided to start my walk early. And it was very pleasant. After a few minutes on the road after Doolin, I joined the Moher Walk, and it was great to not have cars on my way. The weather was clear, quite shiny, and no one else on the path. It was absolutely perfect, and I even had some Irish music in my head. Exactly like I dreamt it.
For two hours I walked and climbed along the cliffs, with a great view.
Then I got closer to the Visitor centre. There were more and more tourists, selfie-sticks were back, people wearing flip-flop on the edge of the cliffs (even if it was slippery as it had rained the night before), and the best clothes to wear in Ireland: white trousers (good luck to keep it clean after that muddy path).
When I arrived at O'Brien's Tower, the weather turned cloudy and I couldn't see anything anymore. At least I didn't pay like the hundreds of tourists around me. So it was lunchtime and I decided to get something to eat at the Visitor centre. Oh my god! I haven't seen a place that crowed for months. Sometimes when I have to queue for the toilets I regret not being able to do it in nature.
In the afternoon, the further I was going from the Visitor Centre, the fewer I got tourists. But the weather remained cloudy, and only from time to time, I could see the cliffs. It gave a dramatic atmosphere to the scenery.
At the end of the Moher Walk, the weather turned rainy. It was already wet with soft rain since noon, but it got worst. And after hours, nothing is waterproof anymore, and my shoes got wet.
So while the French team was playing the finale of the World Cup, I still had 10 kilometres to walk in the rain. When I finally reached my hostel, the guy who welcomed me asked me where I was from, and I answered "from the country which won the World Cup". And he said, "are you happy or you don't mind ?". I was happy of course, but with wet feet and having walked 23 km I could hardly make a joy dance, so I just smiled.
And while my country was celebrating our champions and victory, I spent my evening trying to get my stuff dry!
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