From Downpatrick to Annalong, passing through sacred history, blocked roads, luxury showers, and the 39th country in my doggy passport. Ireland, here we come!
🇮🇪 Ireland
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.
We thought it was going to be a quiet day, but between Ikea, rebellious credit cards, loose leads, and an hour waiting at the airport... we ended up surrounded by new people on a golf course at midnight.
Millennial ruins, persistent rain, a colossal pizza... and a toilet with more character than the owner of the apartment. Welcome to a very Irish Sunday.
Between a tiny dolmen, vertiginous cliffs, and tons of chips, we explored the wildest Ireland with the wind in our faces and laughter in the car. What an epic day!
Picture-postcard landscapes, green trails, and salmon sandwiches with wine in the sun. We explored Connemara at our own pace. We didn't see everything, but we saw it all. And we lived it better.
Castles with giant telescopes, the first victim of a car accident in history... and a waitress who served me sweets like I was royalty. That's how my day went in Birr, ending amongst sheep and postcard-perfect views.
Amidst cathedrals, pubs, historic bridges and parks with absent-minded squirrels, Dublin stole our hearts… and almost our wallets with its parking.
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.
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.
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.
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.