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It's ten pm and dusk has fallen on the harbour of Inishmor. This morning Taylor and I hopped a ferry from Doolin and made our way to the Aran Islands. I'm typing away in a dimly lit room overlooking the harbour where wi fi is close to non-existent, but the views are unprecedented. It feels more like 1997 than 2013. Tourism sustains this 9 mile island with a population under 1,000. But there is still a sense of old Ireland that is hard to explain. It's just amazing.
Inishmor is the largest, most populated of the Aran Islands. The ferry was about an hour ride from the coast as we stopped at the two other islands where the streets were more populated with horse and buggy and fisherman than tourists. Definitely my speed.
Tomorrow we're heading out by bike to tour the island checking out a few ruins, go for a swim with hopes of spotting dolphin and do our best to continue just being care free. The locals are still in disbelief that they've gone over a week with clear skies, no rain, full sun and calm seas. It's a bit unreal and crazy, but I'm not complaining.