I wanted to visit Ireland for a long time. I had a couple of friends in Parma who spent some time in this lovely country and used to rave about it. I soon had the desire to visit it myself.

One of the most scenic wonders I have seen is the Cliffs of Moher, located on the nation’s west coast.

They rise 120 meters above sea level and reach their maximum height, 214 meters, just north of Torre O’Briens, a round stone tower, which stretches for 8 kilometers.

They are hit by the full force of the Atlantic Ocean.

That day, it was the end of September, I left Galway and finally reached my destination. I was very satisfied. I was going to see something unique.

Today there is a very well-equipped visitor center there. Not at that time. The cliff walk is beyond your soil.

Visitors are advised not to visit the cliffs in bad weather, rain or wind. I took a quick look around me. I soon understood why.

The sight left a lasting impression on me, with a sense of fear and terror.

The cliffs are incredibly threatening and dangerous. We are talking about pure rock falling into the ocean.

The cliffs are extraordinarily wide and tremendously steep.

I got scared just looking at them. If you suffer from vertigo do not go.

If you want to walk along the cliffs, it is recommended to bring good walking shoes, a windbreaker and follow the official path. For a very good reason.

You don’t want to fall…

I started to walk. It was a beautiful sunny day, a bit windy with big white clouds in the sky. There were other visitors, from all over the world. There was a scene that I will never forget. A young couple wanted to take a photo and left the path venturing very close to the edge of the cliffs.

I felt sick, physically sick thinking about what could have happened to them if the ground they were standing on suddenly collapsed…

I looked down. I saw a lot of big rocks on the long narrow beach below. Apparently, they formed in the Late Carboniferous Period, 319 million years ago.

I didn’t feel very good. I was powerless against Mother Nature.

The wild beauty of the place literally overwhelms you.

I smelled the fresh, salty air and heard the birds cry and screech.

I was lucky enough to see some wild blueberry goats.

Also, the nearby waters are rich in plankton, which attracts whales and whale sharks.

Not far from the cliffs I was able to admire the Branaunmore Sea Stack, right in the middle of the water, continually battered by waves.

The vertical column was formed when inexorable breakers eroded the main cliffs over millions of years.

The mysterious Aran Islands appeared in the distance.

I was completely absorbed by the environment around me.

The stunning beauty that surrounded me completely captured me.

I kept looking down. Under the cliffs they hide under the water caves. Even more discouraging.

Unfortunately I didn’t get a chance to see the puffins, beautiful funny looking seabirds. They nest on the cliffs from late March to mid-July. I wasn’t worried. What I saw was more than enough for the day.

Unfortunately, the Cliffs of Moher also have a bad reputation. Many people committed suicide there. They knew they had no chance of survival.