This East Wall is all that remains of Ballybunion Castle. It had been built in the 14th century and from 1582 was home to the Bonyon family from whom the coastal town takes its name.

A familiar pirate with his collar turned up in the salty seabreeze as he walks down the gangway connecting staircase and lounge aboard our ship from Dublin to Liverpool.

These two usually graze atop a cliff at Mullaghmore Head in Ireland, a tough environment with a fair share of storms and cold where some of the most notorious big waves in Europe are challenging dare-devils every winter.

The story goes that the fog one sees on the bus windows is not actual fog, but the effect of the bus driver smoking his share of spliff until it is actually impossible to still look inside. He has been compared to Otto from The Simpsons. Here, in the early morning, the "fog" lifted a bit already.

South of Galway on the Irish west coast, the continent soars vertically out of the sea to more than 200 metres. There are almost no barriers to approach the edge and have an awe-inspiring look down, where one would naturally choose crawling over walking.

As one of the cheapest connections between Ireland and England, this ferry not only stands out due to the very familiar atmosphere and two included meals on board. But also with no wifi or phone network available, people that boarded the boat as strangers actually started talking and getting to know each other, waving goodbye as we landed.

After a fairly cold night in the van, this sunny day with waves too small to be surfed was great to dry the wetsuits and towels.

A very pleasant spot to park the van during a night out in Galway. It's quiet and you always bump into some locals. This time I had the pleasure with two teenagers introducing me to their all too sweet alcohol-caffeine-party-mixture.

The strong contrast in this image reflects how I experienced the situation in the port on the morning of our departure from Ireland. While I was going for a walk with the dog, more or less returning from a holiday and going to England where life would still be determined by joy predominantly, the workers in the port had to get up early to spend their time in this industrial and noisy environment.

Djinga in her all too familiar meditation-posture. One might often recognise the posture first and then realize there must be a ball nearby, consequently.