On.my 2018 trip.along the Wild Atlantic Way of Ireland’s West Coast. I didn’t see the Connamarra due to the persistent rain.
This time, I struck it lucky. The weather gods smiled on me.
The Connemara was an impenetrable part of Ireland, the soggy peat bogs, mountains, and wild coast meat it remained largely undisturbed. For many there, Gaelic is the first language, and traditional practices like cutting peat for fires still persist.
These days, beautiful beaches, deep fjords and beautiful beaches attract many visitors.
The little quays giving shelter for small fishing boats, many just open boats give the impression of older times.
As did the cut peat bogs and laughing donkeys.
The Connamarra National Park is a place favoured by walkers for its remnant forest.
The villages are quaint.
As was the little hostel I stayed in.
Beautiful part of the world.
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