Okay... I didn't really spend all that much time actually in the city itself, I spent more time climbing out of bounds so I could take pictures like this of the Cliffs of Moher.
What a bloody beautiful place. And my tour guide was awesome. They overbooked the big tour bus, so five of us (that became seven along the way) got a personalized tour by Declan, who, I'm sure was a leprechaun in disguise. But they don't call them leprechauns here - they call them fairies. Either way, he was great and managed to involve myself, an Aussie, a guy from each China, Hong Kong and Malaysia, and an older couple from Sweden in a round of Irish folk tunes. It was a good day.
Tomorrow I head to Belfast for three nights. I'm excited to learn about the history - as I did in Europe a couple of years ago, I'm learning so much more than I ever did in a classroom. The people giving tours genuinely love their work, and it's paying off as I learn that much more.
That being said, I think I could write a masters thesis on the types of people that stay in hostels. Some are interesting folks to say the least.