Doolin is my favorite place in Ireland..

Imagine this: a perfectly lush green hill with grazing sheep. Gold sunshine and yellow flowers. Add chirping birds.

This is the street of my hostel -Rainbow hostel. And there might as well have been a rainbow.

Matti the owner asked, "single or dorm room?" Tough choice, the dorm beds looked comfy with their soft blankets and genuine wooden frames. But the single had a big Queen bed. And I didn't want to worry about securing my stuff so I got the single.

He handed me my medieval-style key and that was my bed for the next two nights. Woo!


I enter the kitchen and see a girl cooking stuff. I learn she's Australian. She is traveling alone too. It's funny how traveling makes it so much easier to meet people. They ask, "How bout a walk?" or "How about a cup o tea?" and there's no pressure because we'll be gone on a day or two. It's as if we live 'now' because as nomads we know things will change soon.

When things constantly change we value companionship all the more.

We talked about life, dreams, working conditions, movies, books, and everything.
We walked down the street and for the first time I could enjoy just 'being' in Ireland without worrying about finding the perfect picture. That was for tomorrow, haha.

She says, "There's an abbey across the field from the hostel, wanna check it out?"
I nod profusely. My urban explorer's heart beats with life.

Jumping the rock fence was the easiest part..


Dodging cattle fences and coming across what might have been a guardian bull, I rolled my sleeves up and prepared to either run like a coward or climb the abbey wall, depending on the look the bull gave.

It's ok, the bull might have been a cow and it was behind a fence and it wasn't interested in us, but you know how the Borg behave..all misleading..


The Abbey.
Is amazing. Huge bees lurk nearby. They aren't aggressive, but they're plump and noisy. I imagine they are guarding the graves. Their buzzing is almost hypnotic.

"They are trying to stop us from disrespecting the tombs," I remark.
"I rather think the dead like to be visited."

She has a point, haha.

I take pictures of the beautiful, decaying abbey and listen to the bees. It's eerie.
Soon we find a path -a paved road- back to the hostel.

Sometimes I think she knew about that but wanted to go the more adventurous way.
I'm glad she did. :)