Today, we rode through Rosguill Peninsula in County Donegal. There was only an occasional car on the road, and groups of huts appeared from time to time. Most of what we saw was a wild terrain, where the Nature sets its pace.

When we stopped at the ‘outskirts’ of Dooey village to taste the emptiness and listen to the silence, I felt as though we approached an enchanted land, acting out some legend.

The Wild Atlantic Way tells a story of small settlements that are like oases spread out in a great nothingness, a story of people who, for centuries, somehow managed to survive clinging on to this desolated land.

Our trip had us marveling at the diversity of Ireland, from its regional cultures to its natural beauty.