Wild Atlantic Way

After picking up a dark blue Renault Captur at Dublin Airport, Ally and I set off towards the West along the M4. For hours we drove through a relatively flat landscape before arriving at the dramatic coastline near Fanore Beach where we jumped into the Atlantic as the big oceanic waves kept rolling in. Whatever we had expected of Ireland in September, it was not a gorgeous stretch of sand, all blue skies and +25 degrees.

Afterwards, we continued down to the Cliffs of Moher where we decided to go for a longer hike along the coast just as the sun was setting over the ocean. High above, I could see a Virgin Atlantic A340 on its way to New York, reminding me of all my great adventures, past and present.