Aran Islands

We met up with the entire Anderson/Joyce Wedding clan at a pier in Doolin to hop on a boat over to the Aran Islands and then onto the Cliffs of Moher.


Let me tell you that this quickly turned into a potential SNL skit. On the way over there, everyone started throwing up. People were running to the front of the boat, some old dude in front of us started yacking over and over again into a bag and just when I turned my head to start to look away, the girl behind me throw up too. Needless to say, I made it without throwing up although I was a few shades of green upon deboarding the boat. Nothing a diet 7-Up at the local (and only) pub couldn't cure. Here are Amy and I recuperating.


So we arrived, and this island was very cool. Basically the entire island was covered in rock when people started to settle there. So instead of settling somewhere else, they made the obvious decision to start stacking rocks and making walls. Lots and Lots of walls. Which we walked around, walked through and climbed over!










There was also a pretty cool shipwreck on this island, which Patrick's brothers explored fully, and I decided against given my lack of memory of my last tetnus shot.




The scenery was truly breathtaking.

There were many opportunities to lock Nate in dungeouns, secret cells, murder holes, etc and I didn't miss a single one..

Then we had to board the dreaded boat for the ride back to shore. This went better, so I gambled and decided to take a bet that I would be ok for the cruise out to the Cliffs of Moher. Bad Idea....felt horrible, but again, awesome sights to behold.
After all the sea-sickness, Amy's parents were gracious enough to invite everyone for a good old fashioned BBQ, where I nursed my sickness with Chicken and potato chips and Nate nursed his with:
It was great getting to know all of Amy's friends and families too!

Aghhhh...good times!