My hostel was relatively easy to spot…
I headed for that church, on the road to the harbour, which seduced me on the TitanCon 2011 trip.
This is the way that I have come. I took it upside down.
I stopped at The Red Door Cafe. The man I spoke with persuaded me to take a left at the church and walk along the coast-line to Carrick-a-rede rather than go to the harbour (which is nice but a gruelling walk back up)
I eventually came to the spot were the tourist buses come in for the rope bridge, but there was a whole other world below that, and I wanted to get closer to it.
I walked around for a bit and shot some video which I might put up on Flickr.com/photos/andyluke
Then, I followed a trail as it wound off to the left, and sat down for ten minutes to clear some redundant images from the camera.
It was a skippy path right.
I shot some move pretty video of the water, and you can hear me say “I think I heard some thunder or rocks or something from behind.”
The battery died and I looked up to two lads, Shit! Near give you a heart attack? one of them asked. They pulled out some seaweed and began waving it about, then wandered into the giant limestone nostrils.
I decided to return. Up, up and through the village. More green, then…
Nearby, a masonic lodge. Stonemasons surely.
And the return.