After much convincing from our hostel mom in Donegal, Marde and I reluctantly agreed that driving all the way up to Donegal and not seeing the “largest sea cliffs in Europe” when we were so close would be a mistake. So, we did.
We left Donegal early while the sun was still low to the ground. We headed West towards Teelin and arrived at what we thought was the highest place we could go about an hour later. We got out of the car and started hiking. We hiked along the dramatic cliffs with mountain sheep and piles of peat. The views were gorgeous, first back to Donegal and then out to the West into the expanse that is the Atlantic Ocean. After about an hour’s hike, we come upon a car park (dammit, guess we could have driven) where one other person was parked and we were thrown upon what we had trekked so long to see.
The cliffs at Slieve League are large; 
2000 feet to be exact and are quite an impressive sight. We decided to come, mostly because people say that these cliffs are more impressive than the Cliffs of Moher and I was VERY impressed by the Cliffs of Moher. These cliffs are pretty cool, but different in every way. The view from the top is spectacular, and I definitely enjoyed not paying for parking or any sort of entry fees. I also enjoyed that we were pretty much the only people here, but other than that, they were just more cliffs.
After we had our moment of solitude at the cliffs and made the hike back down the road to our car (seemed to be one of those uphill both ways kind of hikes – vom). We got back on the road, drove through Letterkinny, Derry (or Londonderry, depending on what side you’re on) and onwards to Coleraine to drop off Marde who was ending her journey with me here.
After a warm “see-you-later,” I got back on the road by myself this time and began the quick hour drive down to Belfast. I didn’t hit much traffic, but also exited on the wrong exit and found myself driving around in circles before I found my hostel. Once I did find it though, I parked my car on a side street (for free!), had a quick bite in my hostel lounge and did a bit of writing. The next two weeks was bound to be a complete whirlwind as I was off to Scotland the following morning to pick up Brian and hang out with our long lost friend, Mark, for a couple of days before flying back to Ireland to pick up Emily and Diana in Dublin and beginning a pretty intense two weeks of traveling through Ireland, Germany, Portugal and Spain. I didn’t feel bad at all as I stayed in and did absolutely nothing and was quite relieved to hear that the boys in my 4 bed shared dorm were all out for the evening.