We said goodbye to Tito Joan at the airport and returned to the Malahide estuary. Between free showers, fairytale castles and borrowed paddleboards, we closed the day calmly and with a little nostalgia.
aparcamiento (rural) 🅿️🌲
From a quiet area to the heart of Dublin: we refueled, ate, the humans fulfilled the dream of seeing Riverdance and ended up strolling through Temple Bar, before stopping next to the estuary in Malahide.
We explore Donegal among castles, abbeys and bustling squares, have a drink in a bar with a patio, sniff out historical mysteries and end up in a corner by the water, peaceful and perfect.
Between ancient castles, mysterious staircases, and endless landscapes, we spend the day with our snouts in the wind and restless paws until we reach a coastal corner that resembles a dog spa.
Between temples, city walls and a bridge that connects more than shores, we crossed from Northern Ireland to Ireland without even noticing. A day to reflect… and to sniff around.
Un ranger simpático, un pez de cerámica gigante, el Titanic a tamaño real y murales que hablan del pasado y del presente. Belfast se muestra sin filtros… y nos deja con mucho que contar.
In the early hours of the morning, the wind nearly blew the camper van away. Between ruins, traffic jams, and bagpipes, we ended the day sheltering in a forest near Belfast, this time with calm... I think.
Farewell hugs at the airport, mechanical scares on the road, and a final stop by the sea in Carlingford, with wind, good views, and the camper holding up... for now.
A castle without a castle, a beach without a swim, and neighbours who wouldn't stop! We thought we'd get a peaceful night's sleep and ended up having an international chinwag right on the Irish coast.
From Downpatrick to Annalong, passing through sacred history, blocked roads, luxury showers, and the 39th country in my doggy passport. Ireland, here we come!
A cool, fresh forest, a stop at Lidl, and naps beside the River Quoile. We're not saving the world today, but I almost caught a duck. A day of messing about, peaceful walks, and expert-level laziness.
A day of transition: a rural chat with the Dutch, a peaceful journey to Northern Ireland, and an evening stroll amongst trees and campervans.