Breakfast at the Aillmore was spent chatting with another guest who just happened to also be a tour guide! He was hired to give a several day private tour to some folks from upstate New York (again with the American tourists!) and while he was staying at the Aillmore, his clients were staying at the fancy dan hotel in town. He gave us some good advice and although I had great difficulty understanding most of it (his Irish accent and my American ears), he was a delight to talk to!
It was, however, on the advice of the proprietress of the Aillmore that we headed out that morning in the direction of Doolin...Doolin...fun to say, but a bit of a disappointment. To be fair, it wasn't really Doolin's fault, but it was raining and the part of the town we came to first - the pier where they ferry tourists into the water to see the Cliffs of Moher from the sea - was packed with people (undoubtedly several American tourists among them).
By now it was mid afternoon and my stomach was getting hungry...and slightly irritable...so we quickly sought out a place to eat...at the nearest eatery - a pub in the thick of the madness by the pier. We sat down, I went to use the ladies room and by the time I came out, we decided we acted rashly - too many people and too noisy! So we headed out, I ate a granola bar to tide me over until we got to another, more civilized place to eat.
Once fed, we decided to drive down the road to see the Cliffs of Moher (from the top of the cliffs, not the sea), but the rain had picked up and we decided we would try again in the morning before leaving town. Soooo...we went back to Doolin, found our B&B and soon headed out to a pub for a drink. We stayed for a few hours because of the promise of local music, but didn't last very long because these two old ladies need their beauty sleep!
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