Ireland - Day 9 - Part 1
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Distance to cover: 282.3 km
Estimated driving time: 05h56
Estimated time for activities: 05h35
Attractions visited: Kylemore Castle, Lough Inagh, Cong Abbey, Ashford Castle, Aasleagh Falls, Doolough Memorial, Bunlahinch Bridge, Silver Strand, Bertra Strand, Famine National Monument, Murrisk Abbey, Burrishoole Abbey, Rockfleet Castle, Kildownet Cemetery, Kildavnet Tower, White Cliffs of Ashleam, Doogea Beach, Minaun Mount.
9.1 The Bard Dens Hostel - Kylemore Castle (53°33'34.2"N 9°53'31.2"W)
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4.4 km - 00h06 - Duration: 00h15 - Price: 13 €
Kylemore Castle, a neo-classical style castle, was built in the 19th century. It’s located on the shores of a lake and surrounded by dense forest. It’s a major tourist site.
The site also includes a 3-hectare garden and a Benedictine abbey.
The castle has a tragic past. Henry Mitchell is said to have built it for his wife, Margaret. Shortly after its completion, the couple tragically lost their daughter. Margaret was so heartbroken that she passed away, leaving her husband in deep despair.
He had a miniature cathedral built in her memory, as well as a mausoleum where he buried her body. He asked to be buried near his wife when he died.
However, he sold the estate, unable to live in a place that reminded him of such sad memories.
The castle was abandoned for several years until the Benedictine Sisters took it over and opened a Catholic school for girls.
To fund the restoration and upkeep of the estate, they also allowed visits to some rooms in the castle, the garden, and the abbey. A fee of 13 € per person is required.
The suggested time for the visit is about 1h30. For us, we only made a short stop. The site was closed when we passed by because it was very early in the morning.
For photography lovers, there are currently renovation works underway outside the castle, and several scaffolds are installed, covering a large part of the castle.
9.2 Kylemore Castle - Cong Abbey (53°32'25.2"N 9°17'12.4"W)
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63.3 km - 01h08 - Duration: 01h00 - Price: Free
After visiting Kylemore Castle, we took the N59 road, which runs along Lough Kylemore, one of the largest lakes in the Connemara region.
We then took the R344 road, which winds through the Inagh Valley, offering stunning landscapes.
Lough Inagh (53°31'00.6"N 9°44'15.0"W) is a beautiful lake located in this valley, nestled at the foot of the Twelve Bens mountain range.
We got back on the N59 and made a short stop in Recess. I took the opportunity to photograph the Connemara Giant monument. It’s located in the parking lot facing Joyce’s Craft Shop.
Legend has it that if you touch the giant’s hand, he’ll protect you.
We then continued our journey (via the R336 and R345 roads) toward Cong to visit the abbey and Ashford Castle.
Cong Abbey was founded in the 12th century by Turlough O’Connor, the High King of Ireland. A monastic site had already been established in the same location in the 7th century.
The ruins still showcase the magnificence the site once had. Finely sculpted arches remain in the four corners of the inner courtyard.
Over time, Cong Abbey served multiple purposes. It was used as a hospital, a refuge for the poor, and even as a hiding place for the O’Connor family.
A small path starts from the back courtyard of the monastery and leads to the ruins of the monks’ fishing house. It’s actually a small stone house built on a platform above the river.
A trapdoor was installed in the floor to allow the monks to fish, and a small fireplace was even set up to keep them warm in winter.
Ashford Castle (53°32'04.7"N 9°17'02.7"W)
You can reach Ashford Castle via a path that starts near Cong Abbey.
A river flows behind the abbey. Just cross the pedestrian bridge over the river and turn left. A small path runs along the river and quickly leads to the castle.
This impressive medieval-style castle was built in the 13th century on the shores of Lough Corrib. It has since been converted into a luxury hotel.
It has hosted many famous figures, including King George V and his wife, writer Oscar Wilde, U.S. President Ronald Reagan, and Prince Rainier III and his wife.
The castle has belonged to several notable families and was later purchased by investors for the hefty sum of 50 million €.
It has undergone several transformations and expansions over the centuries.
The interior of the castle is only accessible to guests.
Several activities are offered, such as golf, fishing, and a visit to Ireland’s falconry school. Cruises on Lough Corrib are also available.
9.3 Cong Abbey - Aasleagh Falls (53°37'06.0"N 9°40'15.6"W)
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39.5 km - 00h50 - Duration: 00h15 - Price: Free
This lovely waterfall is located near the village of Leenane, specifically on the Erriff River, just before it flows into Killary Harbour fjord.
There’s a small parking lot near the waterfall on the R335 road.
You can view it from the bridge over the river, but there’s also a path that takes you right to the base of the falls.
It’s set in an enchanting landscape—a great spot to wander around or have a picnic.
9.4 Aasleagh Falls - Doolough Memorial (53°39'58.2"N 9°46'53.7"W)
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14 km - 00h17 - Duration: 00h15 - Price: Free
Killary Harbour, located in County Mayo, is Ireland’s longest fjord. The R335 road runs along it, offering breathtaking views.
However, be cautious—this road is quite narrow, and there are plenty of sheep grazing by the roadside.
We drove to the Doolough Memorial, which honors a tragic event that took place on the night of March 30, 1849.
That night, over 400 Irish people died during the Great Famine. They had been summoned to appear at an old hunting lodge the next day, and if they refused, they would lose all state aid.
They had to walk 20 km to get there. But exhaustion, hunger, cold, and illness took their toll. They perished.
To commemorate this event, a stone cross was erected by the lake, bearing a quote from Gandhi:
« How can men feel themselves honoured by the humiliation of their fellow beings? »
(How can men feel honored by the humiliation of their fellow human beings?)
9.5 Doolough Memorial - Bunlahinch Bridge (53°43'06.2"N 9°53'19.2"W)
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11.4 km - 00h17 - 00h05 - Price: Free
This stone bridge is located near the village of Killadoon. It served as a footbridge for pedestrians who wanted to cross the shallow river at this spot.
It’s the largest slab-stone pedestrian bridge in Ireland, measuring 50 meters long.
It likely dates back to the mid-19th century, which may coincide with the arrival of a Protestant evangelist colony that built a church and school by the river.
9.6 Bunlahinch Bridge - Silver Strand (53°38'59.0"N 9°52'51.5"W)
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9.8 km - 00h17 - 00h30 - Price: Free
Silver Strand is a stunning sandy beach near Killadoon. It’s considered one of Ireland’s most beautiful beaches.
Surrounded by mountains and high sand dunes, it’s very popular with families.
From the parking lot, you’ll need to walk several hundred meters across the soft sand to reach the sea.
This spot offers a magnificent view of the Inishtruk, Inishbofin, and Clare islands.
We didn’t get to see the sunset over Clew Bay, but it’s said to be the perfect place to watch it.
After a pretty disastrous weather-wise trip to Gran Canaria, we’re hoping this time the sun will shine in Puglia.
It’s not a sure thing, though—the weather’s been awful all over Europe in early May.
For those who’d like to (re)read the story without the digressions, it’s here.
Saturday, May 16: This time we’re flying out of Charleroi (Brussels South): the ticket prices, flight times, and proximity all worked for us. The airport (Ryanair) was recently renovated... but it’s still not very well organized. There are hardly any seats in the boarding areas, and... the restrooms cost money!!! The flight goes smoothly, though, and we land in Bari a little late.
We quickly pick up our rental car, a very local-looking Pandina (even more so than the Fiat 500 in this region), and hit the Italian roads... and their unique driving quirks (like the fact that the countless road signs along the streets and in towns are purely decorative 😏, and that Italian cars don’t have turn signals 😮... except for rental cars).
About an hour later, we arrive at our first accommodation, right in the middle of the countryside near Monopoli. The owner isn’t there, but they’ve left us a ton of info via messages and even turned on the space heater, which is a nice touch. We explore the property:

And the next morning before breakfast, its immediate surroundings:


Sunday, May 17: After our "seaside" experience in Gran Canaria last weekend (packed with people and locals), we decide to start inland. After a hearty breakfast,

we head toward Alberobello, a super touristy village famous for its trulli—those stone houses with conical roofs. We easily find a free parking spot on a street near the Aia Piccola district, where some trulli are still lived in year-round.


We almost immediately come across the Trullo Sovrano (the only two-story one), which you can visit (but we skip it—it’s opening time, and there’s already a line).

From there, we head down toward the Basilica of Cosma e Damiano... but we don’t go in because there’s a mass.

Now we’re on the main Piazza del Popolo, which connects the two districts of Alberobello: Rione Aia Piccola and Rione Monti, the more touristy one.
For those who’d like to (re)read the story without the digressions, it’s here.
Saturday, May 16: This time we’re flying out of Charleroi (Brussels South): the ticket prices, flight times, and proximity all worked for us. The airport (Ryanair) was recently renovated... but it’s still not very well organized. There are hardly any seats in the boarding areas, and... the restrooms cost money!!! The flight goes smoothly, though, and we land in Bari a little late.
We quickly pick up our rental car, a very local-looking Pandina (even more so than the Fiat 500 in this region), and hit the Italian roads... and their unique driving quirks (like the fact that the countless road signs along the streets and in towns are purely decorative 😏, and that Italian cars don’t have turn signals 😮... except for rental cars).
About an hour later, we arrive at our first accommodation, right in the middle of the countryside near Monopoli. The owner isn’t there, but they’ve left us a ton of info via messages and even turned on the space heater, which is a nice touch. We explore the property:

And the next morning before breakfast, its immediate surroundings:


Sunday, May 17: After our "seaside" experience in Gran Canaria last weekend (packed with people and locals), we decide to start inland. After a hearty breakfast,

we head toward Alberobello, a super touristy village famous for its trulli—those stone houses with conical roofs. We easily find a free parking spot on a street near the Aia Piccola district, where some trulli are still lived in year-round.


We almost immediately come across the Trullo Sovrano (the only two-story one), which you can visit (but we skip it—it’s opening time, and there’s already a line).

From there, we head down toward the Basilica of Cosma e Damiano... but we don’t go in because there’s a mass.

Now we’re on the main Piazza del Popolo, which connects the two districts of Alberobello: Rione Aia Piccola and Rione Monti, the more touristy one.













































Roundabouts are particularly interesting because they feature emblems of Turkmen culture, like the dog, a carpet, the Ahal Teke horse, or Muslim symbols, even though the presence of Islamic artifacts is quite limited.


Why this country?
After visiting Hungary, Slovenia, Romania, and Poland in recent years, I’ve fallen in love with Eastern European countries. I adore the Slavic soul, its Austro-Hungarian villages, the gentle landscapes, the Carpathian Mountains, and that slightly mysterious atmosphere.
Slovakia evokes a certain imagination with its deep forests, medieval castles, and cobbled villages.
After seeing photos of the High Tatras—especially Lake Štrbské Pleso and Spiš Castle—I thought, "Let’s do it! We’re going!"
So, will Slovakia live up to what I imagine?
We’ll find out together.
We decided to travel as a group of six (five adults and a six-year-old child), by car (we needed two).
Here’s the day-by-day itinerary for this family trip, which started with a 3-day stay in Vienna (see the dedicated travel journal):














When it comes to the Caribbean island of Saint-Martin, it's customary to praise its coastline and dreamy beaches—and they certainly deserve it.
But in this story, I’d like to highlight other memories, aspects, and impressions for a slightly different change of scenery.
Enjoy the read—some text and, above all, lots of photos.
« Byenveni sou zile Sen Maten! » (Welcome to the island of Saint-Martin)
















Come along, I'm taking you to this country where it's so nice to wander and slow down...









