Walking in the Steps of Giants

Giant's Causeway

There are two versions of how the Giant’s Causeway came to be: the scientific explanation and Irish legends. While it’s hard to believe giants actually existed, it’s charming to think locals believe in the folklore of such giants; I can say that visiting the Giant’s Causeway is like stepping into a fairytale…

Science says that the geological wonder was formed by intense volcanic activity; Irish legends state that a giant by then name of Finn McCool built a bridge from Ireland to Scotland in order to fight his nemesis, Benandonner. When Finn McCool arrived in Scotland, he saw that his enemy was much larger than he was and ran back home. Benandonner heard McCool had arrived looking for him, and went to Ireland to fight him; upon arriving at his house, McCool’s wife wrapped him in a blanket like an infant, told Benandonner that Finn was out for the day, and showed him their “baby.” Benandonner became frightened, thinking if the “baby” was this large, Finn must be immensely larger. He then ran back to Scotland, ripping up the bridge as he went so Finn could not return. Today, the rock formations that are seen at the Causeway are said to be the remaining pieces of the bridge left behind from Benandonner. The same rock formations are found in Scotland, adding fire to this myth; on a clear day such as the one I visited on, you can actually see Scotland from the Causeway. Different rock formations are said to be different objects, such as the giant’s boot and his camel.

Giant's boot
Giant’s boot or rock??!…

I spent a fair amount of time here at the Giant’s Causeway; it was the best weather I had the entire time I was in Ireland! There are some hiking trails (easy to difficult) that go up the cliffs and give you different perspectives of the 40,000 interlocking basalt columns below, which I went halfway up. The geological wonder, which is absolutely stunning, is listed as a UNESCO World Heritage Site and one of my favorite spots in all of Ireland.

giant's causeway

giant's causeway

giant's causeway

giant's causeway

giant's causeway

giant's causeway



Volcanic activity or the reminisce of a giant’s bridge, whatever it is, the Giant’s Causeway is gorgeous and a must see for all!

A HUGE thanks to Shamrocker Adventures for hosting my travels and allowing me to experience one of the most spectacular natural wonders I have ever seen! 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).

7 Comments on Walking in the Steps of Giants

  1. If you need to get your feet on some basalt columns, albeit in a smaller way, be sure to get over to Devil’s Postpile out in the Eastern Sierra Nevada…

  2. You have taken some lovely photos of this beautiful spot, makes me interested to go visit.

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