Hi, I am Greg, I’m French and I work for Tourism Ireland in Paris. My job is to convince people –and even intimidate them – that they need to go Ireland. Now. When I don’t work, I love walking in the city or the countryside, going to pubs and concerts, football and rugby matches, having fun with friends and family.Cheers! @twitthermann
Those who travel have a good reason – a trip to the West of Ireland
Here I am! This was my first trip to Ireland. My first real trip to the island. Ok, I had been once to Dublin, lost in the rain, running late to a professional meeting. But this time, I had chosen to come here. I had a long-term relationship – with cigarettes – to forget, so I went to the West of Ireland, looking for health, solitude, and an authentic experience.
I climbed the sacred mountain, Croagh Patrick – and it was really hard !-, hiked to the top of Diamond Hill, where I felt like the King of Connemara;
I learned to surf, along the stunning beach of Strandhill. And went around a cairn on a hill – Knocknarea -, reputedly the tomb of the mythical Queen Maeve; no matter who is actually buried there, it’s a majestic and old lady’s grave anyway. So she inspired me respect.
I tasted juicy fish & chips, relieved my fatigue with deep and cold beers after good walks. When I wanted to be alone, I was completely quiet, either somewhere in the hills near Glencar Waterfall– I won’t tell you where, this is now my secret place- or at sunset on end-of-the-world beaches. And I when I realized I also wanted to see other humans, not only horses or sheep, I met people. Musicians, surfers, backpackers, pilgrims or farmers… All the people there told me “Here, this is the real Ireland”. Who knows?
So why did I feel that I was finding something, while lost amongst heathers, sheep, turf and clouds? Maybe my answer is hidden somewhere in the West. Some people go on a trip when they want to celebrate a change in their lives, some when their heart is broken. Those who travel have a good reason. So what is yours?