Cold Water Diving

Cold water diving requires a lot of neoprene! Putting on all the gear took some time...

• sleeveless, fleece-lined neoprene thermal top - check
• 7mm long-sleeved wetsuit - check
• 5 mm shorty wetsuit with hood - check
• boots - check
• mask and snorkel - check
• fins - check
• BCD & tank - check
• gloves - check

By the time I put all that gear on I was sweating. Then, into the water we went. At first I didn't feel the cold at all, but by the time the water level got to my hips...a cold tendril crept up the back of my legs.

I was diving with the dive master at ScubaDive West, Breffni, and a fella from the states who had, like me, never tried diving in water this cold. We went through some re-fresher drills and then off we went into the depths. Visibility was about 2 - 3 metres so we had to stay relatively close together.

There were no brightly coloured fish, no coral, no turtles, no sharks...and I feared that I wouldn't enjoy this dive because I've been lucky enough to see some magnificent things in the short time that I've been diving; perhaps I've been spoiled. But no, the underwater world never ceases to amaze. Alas, none of us had an underwater camera.

In the bay there's a 14 foot sunken trawler, very eerie when you look at it as a ship condemned to a watery grave. But when you see the population that uses it as a home, it's aspect changes dramatically. We saw the crotchety lobster telling us to get off his lawn with upturned claws as we shone a light in his hidey-hole at the prow of the ship. There were nudibranch eggs, which resemble delicate tissues folded into roses (nudibranches are little sea slugs that come in many different shapes and colours - do a search...they're cool).
Breffni picked up a scallop the size of his hand...it looks like a clam, but flatter. It didn't like being man-handled so it chattered away looking very much like a pair of plastic teeth chomping - it shot out quite far too! Apparently this is it's only defense against the deadly starfish...you think they're all nice and innocent, but they're not. We also caught a couple of big crabs indulging in some afternoon delight -  they probably didn't appreciate the flashlights. Ooops, sorry guys...carry on!

As we made our way slowly back to shore we spotted a Plaice, which is a flat fish, so it looks like a ray hiding in the sandy bottom. Up close it's got a squished face, that looks like it's been wiped from one side...weird. There were heaps of other weird and wonderful things, and now I would really like to learn now how to do drysuit dives - coz even though I had 12mm of neoprene, I was cold. Y'all know I don't like being cold. Perhaps I'll have to come back here to do that!

I could have gone for another dive, but it was already 1:30 and we had a fair bit of road to cover, again on small secondary winding roads...including corkscrew hill - well known to motoring enthusiasts

Oot and Aboout

The next morning we went in search of ScubaDive West. When I was researching the area, I followed a link that brought me to this Diving centre...who knew there was diving in Ireland?

We drove down a small road towards the Atlantic; saw the beach that the old fella wanted us to come visit and we kept going. We turned onto a tiny lane that lead to another beach. It was packed. Apparently the local football team was practicing there that morning. Somehow their giant bus had made it down that tiny lane....how it was going to turn around and go back was a mystery!

The cove

We were told that the diving centre was just a little farther down the lane, so we left the football team to their practice, and kept going. The small lane ended as the peninsula ended, and there was ScubaDive West. Most places train new divers in a pool; these guys had their own sheltered cove in a spectacular location. There was one small draw back, surface water temperature: 17°, underwater temperature: 14°. Yikes!

I spoke to the dive master and arranged to come the next morning for a dive. He told me that there was another diver keen on going out. How exciting! We drove back slowly, appreciating the fantastic country side and the crystal clear waters.  

At the hostel we packed a quick lunch and we were soon off again to hike up Diamond Hill in the National Park. We walked to the park and in the visitor's centre the lady there told us that the hike to the top was about 7km all up and that most of it was a gentle climb, except for the "nasty bit near the top."

Yet again, it was a spectacular day...we had packed all that rain gear for nothing! We never lamented that for too long, however. Again and again we were blown away with the stark beauty around us. There were many people walking with us that day, but when you  turned away from the path and looked out, you were alone with the place.

We got to the top at around 2 and the wind was quite brisk up there (and yes, that bit at the end WAS nasty).We hunkered down behind some rocks that seemed to be pushing themselves up through the thin layer of turf and dirt...there wasn't much growing in these parts. We pulled out our lunch of carrots, cucumber, chick peas and....remember those hard biscuits from Donegal? They'd had time to soften up a little, and although a little dry without butter, they were still delicious.

We sat and watched people pass. After a little while there was no one, a lull. We weren't very high up, but it was like we were on the top of the world. This isn't part of a mountain range so the earth just fell away on all sides, and we could see for miles in all directions. The rough contours of the coast on one side and the rumpled green hills dotted with white craggy scars to the other. 

There appeared a dark cloud on the horizon, with the wind blowing it in our direction, we decided that it was probably time to go back down. The wind was getting chillier and more insistent. As we walked down the lee side of the hill we were more protected, but once we hit the bottom we could feel the heaviness. It was going to rain.We made it back to the hostel just as it started, but it was only a half-hearted attempt and it soon dissipated.

 This was our last night in this beautiful place. We would have gladly stayed for a month here. But tomorrow I had a dive in the morning and another long drive to Doolin, by the Cliffs of Moher.

Coming into Connemera

The Connemara region is on the western coast of Ireland and is also the largest Gaeltacht region in Ireland - that means they speak Irish Gaelic.

Over the course of our journey we told many that we were headed to the Connemara region, and everyone we told had the same response. Their faces would break into a knowing smile full of pride..."AAAAHHHH" they all said, "You're sure to love it there...so beautiful"

When I was doing the research into where to go - I had read the same thing, so we were staying for 2 nights in a tiny village called Letterfrack. It is also right next to the Connemara National park...handy!

To get there we had to get off the main road and get onto some secondary roads.Now, the main roads are narrower than I'm used to, but they're comfortable for two cars to pass.The secondary roads, however....well, lets just say that there were a few, "Holy SHIT" moments in there!

At some point in our journey, by this time it was late afternoon, we began to notice a change. The relatively flat landscape gave way to rocky outcroppings and low rocky hills. We began to pull over periodically to take pictures. After an hour of winding through these beautiful hills rounded by time, wind, and rain, we thought that perhaps all the picture snapping was impeding our progress! We decided to stop stopping. Then the Atlantic began peeking through here and there...such a tease!!
 
Have you ever shown your holiday photos to others, and they just never do justice to the place your photographing? It doesn't matter how many pictures you take. The beauty, and majesty, or even the sheer vastness of the place cannot be captured - at least not with a little camera like the ones we had. This place is wild and lonely and absolutely breathtaking.


We arrived at our hostel, The Bard's Den, at around 6....dinner time!
This hostel is attached to a restaurant and we had to go in to collect our room key and check in. Did I mention it was dinner time? The smells coming from the kitchen were mouthwatering. Jolene and I looked at each other and simultaneously decided that after a long day on the road, surely we deserved a well cooked meal!! After all, tomorrow involved a hike...we needed to gather our strength.

That night we went to the pub across the street, for a pint and some music. Shortly after receiving our drinks, an older gentleman - about 65 -70 - began to chat up Jolene. Oh he was smitten and suggested that we come to the beach the next day for a dip...he lived right in front of the beach, don't cha know. He was very difficult to understand, partly because of his thick accent and mostly because he was very very drunk. At one point he asked me to convey a message to her..."I'd like to roll in the sand with her! You tell her and let me know what she says." I tried to tell him that she was happily married, but he kept telling me that there was no way the husband would find out!
Oh my. Unfortunately for him Jolene was not interested....poor fella.

 

On the way to Connemara

We both enjoyed the luxury of the pool the next morning and then enjoyed a rather large continental breakfast buffet. We discreetly pocketed a couple of hard biscuits and some slices of oat bread for later. What?? I'm sure you would have done the same.

Afterwards we wandered over to the castle, which we had spotted the night before. This was Saturday and there was a small local market selling arts, crafts and other sundry items...and for some reason, entrance to the castle was free! Cool!

The Donegal region was once part of the kingdom of Tir Chonaill, which was lead by one of the most powerful families of Ireland from the 5th to the 16th century. Perhaps you know a descendant - the name is O'Donnell.

The dining hall

The castle was built in 1474 on the inside of an elbow of the river Eske. It was once regarded as one of the finest castles in Ireland. Hey, this castle has an indoor toilet! The waste chute drops into the river and is angled so that an enemy archer could not get someone unawares. It also has a right handed ascension with uneven stair to trip up enemies. Its well protected location and high walls could not help them keep it indefinitely though.

In 1607, after the nine years war, the O'Donnells left (read: were chased from) Ireland and their castle was taken over by an English Captain called Basil Brooke. Brooke added a Jacobean style manor to the castle.  It stayed in the Brooke family until 1898 when it was donated to the Office of Public Works...by then it was mostly ruined.

On our way out through the market, Jolene bought a small framed painting from a local artist and I bought a small cupcake to support the local RSPCA - I miss my dog.

We walked along the Eske river through the small town of Donegal; had a wee chat with an elderly Irish lady who was feeding the birds from her front stoop (didn't understand too much of what she said though). Then it was back to to the car direction West towards Connemara.

On the map it didn't look too bad perhaps 3 hours...but there was a reason people said ''Ooooohhhh Connemara....'' whenever we told them we were going there.

Donegal

Carrick-a-Rede and the Giant's Causeway more than made up for the unease that we had felt the night before. But we had to leave this beautiful place and find ourselves another beautiful place to discover.

We had nothing planned or booked for this night, but we were staying in Connemara on the western coast the next night. We decided to go in a south-westerly direction.

When we got to Derry (or Londonderry), which is still in Northern Ireland, we were diverted due to an Order of Orange parade. The police were standing in the road telling folks to turn around. We were stopped by a policewoman who asked us where we were headed.

We told her we were headed to  DONegal. She blinked at us. ''doNEgal? Where in doNEgal?'' Our turn to blink, ''Um, what? DONagal the city.'' She smiled and looked at each of us. ''DoNEgal (she emphasised the NE, not the DON as we were doing) town ye mean. Its not a city. Its very small. It's tiny!'' She told us how to get onto the road to DoNEgal and sent us on our way. As we drove away we realised that DoNEgal was not only a town, it was the name of the County as well. oh.

We arrived there at about 5:30 - it had been a long hot day. We were ready for a shower. We went in search for a place to stay for the night. We stopped at the first hotel - just to get an idea of the prices in the area. €55 per night, per person...breakfast included...and they had a pool. OK. We had been staying mostly in hostels at about 18 - 22 each a night so this was quite a jump, but we were only comparative shopping, right?

Ok who were kidding - we went through the motions and actually went into one other place, but the chick at the first place had us at pool.

The room was on the top floor (there were only 5)  in a room that overlooked the town square - this really was a small town. There was no air conditioning, who needs air conditioning in Ireland? We were under the roof and it was HOT even with the window open. What to do. Well, we reckoned that this was a great time to do laundry! We had both packed for Ireland, so our stock of summery weather was limited we needed to do laundry often enough. Soon the room was strung up with our drying clothes.

Jolene decided to go for a swim and I decided to go to an internet cafe that I had seen on the way in.

Since my arrival in France I have been stymied with technology - or the lack of it - or the lack of access to it - take your pick. This is the first time in years that I have gone away to a 'first world' country. Here there aren't many Internet cafes about - sure there's free wi-fi here and there, but that I really wanted was access to a USB port to upload my pictures. I was so excited to see an Internet cafe in Donegal...and equally disappointed to see find out it was closed.

With my head hung low and my frustration levels rising I went back to the hotel. ..and there in the lobby...a computer! Hopes soared! I all but skipped to it...only to see that it was out of order. REALLY????!!! I went to the front desk to see if there was any chance there might be another computer around the place. The front desk lady told me no, but the sister hotel two doors down did and I was free to use that one. Dare I hope once again?

I went to the Abbey Hotel, which was much fancier, and found the computer...it was on! It was working! AND it had a USB port! Oh JOY! Oh BLISS! Ok all I had to do was insert a few coins..I got my coin purse out and then looked for the rate. €7.50 an hour. WHAT?!!! They must be mistaken - surely it wasn't over $10 an hour to use the internet! Those bastards!

I grudgingly put in €3.50 to get a few paltry minutes thinking that at least I would get a few photos up for you fine folks. Accessible USB ports were hard to come by as I had learned and you had to take every chance you get. Riight?

When I plugged in my USB I found that although I could look at the photos I couldn't access them. I get that viruses are a pain the butt but come on!!

<insert string of expletives>

To add insult to injury it took forever to complete any action on this dinosaur of a computer - ...tick, tock my expensive internet time ran out. I did manage to send an email to my bank telling them about the ATM incident, that's something I guess.

With frustration levels peaking, I went to meet up with Jolene. We picked up a greasy falafel pita for dinner and, for a change, we decided to go out for a pint. We were hoping for some live music and we were recommended a place called The Coach House. We got there, ordered our drinks and sat down. We saw the list of bands set to play there, but there was nothing slated for this night. We finally looked around us. There were two big screens with sports on, and the place was wall to wall guys...Felt a little out of place, but did enjoy the scenery!

Finn MacCool

Long ago there lived a giant named Finn MacCool. He lived on the North coast of Ireland with his wife Sadb and his son Oisin. They were happy there, except for one annoyance. There also lived, across the sea, another giant called Benandonner. He was a Scottish fellow who shouted insults to Finn every time he saw him. One day the string of insults was just too much for Finn so he grabbed a clump of dirt and flung it at Benandonner. Unfortunately he missed and now that clump of dirt is the Isle of Mann.

Benandonner laughed at Finn's attempt, and told him he was lucky that there was a sea separating them, else he would get a proper lesson. That was the last straw for Finn. He began taking huge columns from the cliffs and drove them into the sea. After a week's hard work he had created a path to Scotland and went in search of Benandonner.
He was tired though after all that hard work and thought that he should use the element of surprise to his advantage. So, he snuck up to Benandonner's house and peered in the window. There he saw a giant that was even bigger than himself. He realised that he would be throughly schooled by this fellow so he beat a hasty retreat .

Finn's boot in the fore front

He ran back over the causeway he had built and as he was making his way back to his house he fell and lost his boot. Benandonner heard this and ran to his own shore, and seeing what Finn had made, he laughed and began crossing.

Finn ran to his house and told his wise wife about the size of Benandonner. She told Finn to quickly put on Oisin's baby cap, take his rattle, and lie under a blanket. She told him to wait for her signal, a cough, and to shake the rattle when he heard it.

Benandonner arrived and pounded on the door demanding Finn MacCool.
Sadb calmly answered and told Benandonner that Finn was out hunting, but that he was sure to return shortly. She invited him in for a cup of tea while he was waiting.

Benandonner accepted and came into the house. He quickly grew impatient and again asked where Finn was. Sadb coughed and repeated that he would be back soon. Finn heard her cough and shook his rattle. Benandonner heard this demanded to see if Finn was hiding in the house. Sadb smiled and told him that it was only their son Oisin, but he was welcome to have a look. Benandonner stormed into the room next to the kitchen and there he saw Finn MacCool dressed as a baby.

Benandonner paused and thought to himself...if this is the baby, how big is the father??!! Finn waved his arms like a baby and struck the wall, shaking the entire house. That decided Benandonner and he turned tail and ran.

Fearing that Finn would cross the causeway to get him he also destroyed the causeway behind him.

Carrick-a-Rede

That night we heard drumming until very late in the night, but the natives didn't quite make it the 4 miles from the town to the hamlet.

I had no clue about this tradition/holiday and I'm glad that chance made me pick the most out of the way place possible on this particular day. We later learned that there had been bust ups and minor riots in Belfast and other cities.

Over breakfast the proprietor was telling us that it was difficult living between 2 religions - no shit! But nothing bad happened in our little corner - a part from the whole ATM incident, (no worries, have back up). There was a reason I had picked this little out of the way place though...it was right in the middle of 2 very great sites.

The first one we went to visit was Carrick-a-Rede, which means rock in the road. This area used to have a big salmon fishing industry. There was one particular spot that the salmon favoured - it's a small island just off the coast, and when I say just , I mean just. It's like a section of the cliff dropped off in between the main land and this piece of rock leaving it stranded. For over 350 years fishermen in these parts would string up a rope bridge to cross over the chasm to reach the best spot for catching migrating fish. The industry died when the fish stocks were irreparably depleted. Now, thousands come from all over the world to cross the flimsy bridge 30m over the sea to enjoy the fabulous views and wildlife.

It's a very cool place to visit and we were lucky enough to see a single seal basking in the sun dappled sea. The island was loud with the cries of all the sea birds and we were particularly taken with the flying penguins...ok they're actually called razorbills, but seriously, they look like penguins.

Opposite Carrick-a-Rede, there are the Larrybane cliffs. This is the limestone headland  on the west of Larrybane bay. They used to mine the limestone and dolerite here until the early 80's. Much of Glasgow's cobbles come from the stone in these cliffs. Scotland is only about 60 miles out from this area.