Ireland 2025 โ€“ Day 4: Cliffs, Craic & Goodbyes ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿป

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๐Ÿ๏ธ Day 4 โ€“ Cliffs, Craic & Goodbyes ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿป

Our last full day together โ€” and Ireland made sure we wouldnโ€™t forget it! ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ’š

First job of the day was to get air in my rear tyre, againโ€ฆ We then started the day rolling onto the Tarbert ferry โ›ด๏ธ, engines rumbling and coffee in hand. Spirits were high as we cruised back onto the Wild Atlantic Way, hugged tight to the coastline by spectacular cliffside roads ๐ŸŒฌ๏ธ๐Ÿž๏ธ.

With a scenic spin along Kilbaha Bay we made an impromptu stop at Keatings Bar & Restaurant, known as โ€œthe nearest pub to New Yorkโ€ and famed for the Grave of the Yellow Men ๐Ÿชฆ. The plan was just a coffee breakโ€ฆ but when we discovered the coffee could be free โ˜•๐Ÿ˜„, it somehow turned into a full Irish breakfast. Not sure how that happened โ€” but no regrets! ๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿž

The Cliffs of Moher came into view, wild and majestic. We thought about hiking to the topโ€ฆ until we saw the โ‚ฌ15 price tag and remembered we were in full bike gear ๐Ÿฅต. Common sense prevailed โ€” roadside views and a few cheeky photos did the job! ๐Ÿ“ธ

From there, the route continued past the Trump International Golf Links & Hotel ๐ŸŒ๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ. Or, as the locals call it with a smirk โ€” โ€œRumpโ€ ๐Ÿ˜. We just has to stop for a closer look & photo opportunity.

๏ธBy late afternoon, we rolled into Doolin, a charming little town where our tents went up for the last time as a full group. ๐Ÿ•๏ธ

Well, almost โ€” one of my tent poles decided to retire early ๐Ÿ˜…, so a quick field repair was needed before I could fully settle in. I emailed the supplier the next day, and fair play โ€” by the time I got home, two brand-new poles were waiting for me under warranty. ๐Ÿ™Œโ›บ

Then came the emotional part:
We walked to a nearby pub, raised a few pints of Guinness ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿบ and shared stories from the road โ€” the breakdowns, the banter, and the breathtaking views.

As the music kicked in ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽป and the craic flowed, it hit us: the trip may have been winding down, but the memories were just getting started.

Tomorrow, I ride solo.
But tonight, we celebrated friendship, freedom, and the open road. ๐Ÿ’ซ

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