Dingle & the Blasket Islands

This next trip across Ireland definitely took the longest to get to. Eight hours after leaving Dublin we arrived in Dingle, which turned out to be a charming little town.

The next morning we went down to Dingle Bay, before splitting up for the day.  Claire and I were headed to Ventry Pier to take the ferry to the Blasket Islands and explore for the day, before busing to the nearby town of Dunquin.  The others, well they were going to spend the day walking to Dunquin. It’s only 14km; totally doable (this is the crew that decided to hike 19km along the Giant’s Causeway in a storm).


Getting ready to split up!

Our little ferry eventually arrived, and Claire and I were off!

We came across a pack of dolphins which was amazing.

And saw a few basking shark in the distance.

After what seemed like a blink of an eye we arrived at the island. I actually studied the writings of the Blasket Islands in university, so I had wanted to make sure to actually make it to the islands when I was in Ireland. In the 20th century, a few of the islanders were taught to write, and as a result, they wrote autobiographies about life on the island. It was, and continues to be, an idyllic place to be.

It was just an absolutely gorgeous place to see, especially with the sun shining.  This was the perfect trip.

Eventually our ferry came back to pick us up and we were forced to leave.  At least the scenery on the way to Dunquin was still nice to gaze at.

We met the rest of our group at a great bed and breakfast, and then made our way back to Dublin the next morning.  Here we are waiting for the bus.


One of my absolute most favourite trips.