For three days we traveled near and far via the Shamrocker bus tour. All the while we were able to see the beautiful countryside of Ireland- emphasis on the countryside. While on the trip I learned a few things. One, I’m a tad bit spoiled. Two, I’m becoming more and more adventurous, and three, I’m the most peaceful on top of a 600ft mountain looking at large bodies of water. Why these lessons you ask? Let’s start off with the good stuff.
The first day of the tour included hiking Giants Causeway. It was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever experienced. Thank God someone told me to change into my gym shoes before we left though. I found myself climbing on top of the larger piles of rocks and just staring off into space. Seeing the water stretch so far, and beyond what my eye could see was breath taking. I took the time out to talk to God, thanking him for not only making such a beautiful place, but allowing me to be able to experience such a thing. After releasing my generational urge to take pictures and post them, I began to really take everything in. Hearing the sounds of the ocean was so peaceful. I found myself distancing myself from the group to be able to center myself, and enjoy my current environment.
The tour continued with a few stops (sheep shacks included, but we’ll get to that later), and the next day we hiked The tallest sea cliff in all of Ireland- Slieve League. Though I had no idea this is what I’d be doing, I’m glad I did. I know myself to extremely lazy, but the moment I continued the hike with the rest of the group, I realized that was false! The reward for walking 1,972ft. was a precious one. There I was again- at the top of very tall pieces of land, overlooking God’s creations. I enjoy that more than I ever thought I would.
Onto the hostels 🙃 this is when I realized I was a tad bit spoiled. Looking back on it, I appreciate the sheep shack, I mean the Sheep Island View Independent Holiday Hostel, for the experience it provided, but while I was there I appreciated nothing about it. It was in the middle of no where, with sheep as my alarm clock, literally. This was so different from what I was accustomed to. Looking back on it though, it makes me think a lot about Conor, our tour guide. He was the sweetest, most humble man I’d ever met. He thought the hostel was great. To him, it being in the middle of no where was great because you didn’t have to worry about crime, which was completely true. The closeness of the small village was nice to witness as well. Everyone was so happy. Overal, the tour was great. I mentioned do to Conor that my grandma would love to do it she loves history I would want Conor to give her the tour he’s extremely knowledgeable about he history of Ireland, and is so passionate about it