Boglands
West of Galway is the Connemara, an area of Ireland that looks completely different than the rest.
The greens are not as vibrant, but wildflowers grow in abundance and add an accent color we didn’t see elsewhere. This is the land of bogs.
In every direction is a new scenic drive: pockets of water in between rocky landscapes; sea cliffs and coast line; the Twelve Pins mountain range; and, of course, sheep.
We stayed in Clifden, a quaint little town where we caught some live music (complete with a guy playing a box drum).
Then we moved on to Westport, which I would describe as sophisticated with the glaring exception of our accommodations.
Everything was expensive, so we ended up taking a room in the back of a pub. The bathroom smelled so strong of mildew that we had to keep the door shut for fear that it would infiltrate the room. We both decided to forgo showering and just held our breath when our bladders finally demanded that we use the facilities. It was one of the few nights I had to use the sleep sack. Fun times.