The Plummeting Cliffs of Moher

One of the most spectacular ocean views I have ever seen are those of the Cliffs of Moher.


Located in the Burren region in County Clare, the impressive cliffs plummet into the frigid Atlantic ocean and stand high in the rainy mist (unless you arrive in clear, sunny weather. But, this IS Ireland, and if it doesn’t rain on you, then I just don’t want to hear it!)

The cliffs are not sturdy, and after a certain point, the barrier walls end; numerous suicides take place here and quite a few tourists have also fallen to an early death after slipping off the edge. With that said and safety precautions in measure, there is nothing more rewarding than walking up the pathway, on top of slippery grass-covered ledges and peaking over the edge yourself!

Stairway to Cliffs

The entire walk is 8km long (yes my fellow American readers, I too had to Google how much that is… it’s 5 miles), and if you do attempt it, you should probably be dressed in waterproof gear seeing as the weather changes every 2 seconds.


I couldn’t suggest more to any and everyone I know or who loves traveling to put seeing these cliffs on the good ol’ bucket list if they already aren’t. I spent about an hour and a half there, which was perfect although I could have definitely stayed longer.

Freezing my buns off!

A HUGE thank you to Shamrocker Adventures for hosting my travels! All opinions, like always, are my own.

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You're probably wondering what the heck is a "Roaming Bean"... Given that I am clearly not a Bean, and my name is Jen, what gives with this Bean thing, right? A friend of mine called me JenBean as a child, and it kinda stuck. Actually, it really stuck... even my license plate says Jenbean. And seeing as I have this grand lust to wander the world, The Roaming Bean seemed suitable. I've changed my career path more times than I have my underwear (minus all the times I've gone commando).... from animating, to forensic pathology, to international business, to fashion marketing and even to my wonderful and favorite of the bunch, degree in culinary arts, nothing kept my attention. Nothing was fun enough to do every day for the rest of my life. I mean, even though I cooked for celebrities in the heart of Hollywood, CA, why the hell would I want to sweat my ass off in a ridiculously HOT kitchen for most of the day and go home smelling like beef and onions? And the chef hat?? Do you know what that did to my hair?? Enter traveling.... The rainy day I descended down the tower of Notre Dame in Paris, gripping on to the railing for dear life so not to slip and tumble to an early death from the torrential down pour that was causing a small flood in the stairwell, my life changed. When I safely made it to the ground, legs shaky from an apparent lack of fitness it requires to walk up and down 387 steep stairs, I realized my hands were stained a delightful copper color from the rusted hand rail I had so dearly clung to. Desperate to get the icky stuff off my supple hands, and no running water in sight, I did what any other hopeless idiot would have done: I washed my hands in the nearest Parisian gutter. It was that moment that changed my life... I threw away my hair dryer, my rolling luggage and my dignity. I let my hair go natural, I bought a back pack and I CAMPED through Europe for a month and a half. Yes my friends, I crossed over into a savage traveling beast. Ok, a lot of people travel that way. But I didn't. And I'm so incredibly thankful for that rainy day in Paris that made me realize the world is a pretty sweet place. That realization led me on a quest; a quest to get out there, see things, soak up some local culture and eat my way around the world (with minimal food-related illnesses, such as but not limited to raging diarrhea).

10 Comments on The Plummeting Cliffs of Moher

  1. The rain just makes it look even more mysterious and romantic. Although I was happy with the sunny days while we were there. Have you had a chance to listen to local, traditional Irish music?

  2. As a long-time hiker, I found I much prefer doing trails measured in kilometers… after a lifetime of miles, the numbers make me feel so much more athletic!

    • I just can’t seem to understand what they translate into! That and the whole celsius/fahrenheit thing.

      • Distance is basically 1.5x (10 miles = 16 kilometers). But I can’t do it in my head. Temperature is the one thing I can do in my head. Celsius to Fahrenheit: double it and add 30 (15c = 60f). The reverse, subtract 30 and divide it in half (90f = 30c). Everything else metric, I pull out the conversion app on my phone. 🙂

      • Yep, you already lost me!

  3. With all you have seen and all you have been too. Seems you are with a great tour.. Gonna have to put this on my list!

  4. It looks BEAUTIFUL! This is now on my bucket list!

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