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Ireland Part Last - More Galway, The Burren, and the Poulnabrone Dolmen


The day Donna and I and Rich and Barb tracked down the Quiet Man bridge was the summer solstice, the longest day of the year for those of us north of the Equator. In Galway we were treated to 17 hours of daylight, extending until after 10 pm. The sky wasn’t fully dark until past midnight and it started getting light in the wee morning hours well before 5:30.

We spent the afternoon after our Quiet Man bridge adventure shopping in Galway. Claddagh, an area close to the center of Galway city, where the River Corrib meets Galway Bay, is known for its namesake ring whose heart, hands and crown symbolize love, friendship, and loyalty.

We strolled around and explored the streets and nameless alleys of the Latin Quarter. We came across the entrance to a small handsome pub called the Slate House, its sleek and modern interior a sharp contrast to the earthy, dark, stone-and-wood-beam styles typical there (after all, a number of the buildings stretch back four centuries to medieval times). We ordered drinks and toasted Judge Tom, a participant in our annual Baltimore pub crawls who we think would have appreciated the place. Barb enjoyed her first Jameson’s Irish whiskey.

We kept exploring. At one pub there was an open mic session, with perhaps a dozen or more locals playing the old Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons standard, “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You” on ukuleles, flutes, kazoos and other instruments in sort-of unison. It was one of my favorite moments. A link to a short video of it is here.

Ancient Burial Sites
Before we left for Ireland, I was reading through travel books to get ideas for places to visit. I came
across mentions of ancient burial sites. I’m fascinated by ancient engineering marvels such as the Mayan structures in Mexico that track astronomical events.

The tomb of Mayan king Pacal, built in the late 600s A.D., for example, in the Temple of the Inscriptions at Palenque, in Chiapas, Mexico, is aligned with the sun. At winter solstice, the Sun sets behind the high ridge beyond the temple, in line with the center of the temple roof, according to the Canadian Museum of History. As the sun crosses the sky, it enters a doorway in the temple, hits the back wall and, as it heads for the horizon beyond the temple, appears to descend the temple stairway into Pacal's tomb. Pacal's death and entry into the Underworld are thus equated with the Sun's death and entry into the Underworld.

The observatory at Xochicalco, also in Mexico, built sometime between 700 and 900 A.D., is an underground chamber with a hole in the ceiling. The sun shines through this hole for most of the summer but is directly overhead on May 15 and July 29. On these days the sun would directly illuminate an illustration of the sun on the floor.

Ireland, too, has such sites, yet that were built thousands of years before the Mayan structures. Passage graves, in which a passage leads from the tomb entrance into the central burial chamber under a large dirt mound, were usually placed in a prominent location on the top of a hill. Newgrange, for instance, was built around 3,000 BC, older than Stonehenge and the Egyptian pyramids. Behind an intricately carved entrance stone are chambers built with hundreds of thousands of tons of material. Above the doorway is a special opening that allows the sun’s rays to illuminate the 279-foot-wide burial chamber for 17 minutes on one day only each year: the winter solstice.

Older and less sophisticated are Ireland’s dolmens, or portal tombs. On our way from Galway to Dingle, to meet up with the rest of Donna’s siblings, we stopped at Poulnabrone dolmen in an area known as the Burren in County Clare.

The Burren
The Burren is a barren-looking, moonlike, limestone landscape in stark contrast to the rest of Ireland’s lush green pastures. While most of Ireland’s land is rocky (note the thousands of centuries-old walls crisscrossing grazing or farming areas built from the rocks dug from the ground), the flat limestone boulders that cover the ground in the Burren are too massive to be easily moved. In between limestone slabs is grass and clover, which sustains livestock; it is rich in calcium and other nutrients and cattle that are raised in the Burren are large specimens.

Poulnabrone Dolmen
We entered Poulnabrone dolmen into our GPS and started off. An hour into our drive we were in a desolate area, with unmarked roads even narrower than typical. We obeyed our navigation system up a hill on a tiny path, wondering if were about to get “Deliveranced.” Instead, we reached a mountain peak with amazing views. After we got out to explore a bit and take pictures, we continued on our trek, saw an unnamed dolmen in a field and ultimately arrived at the small parking lot for visitors of Poulnabrone dolmen.

Situated on one of the most desolate and highest points of the region, it comprises three standing portal stones supporting a horizontal capstone, and dates to the Neolithic period, probably between 4200 BC and 2900 BC. It the best known and most widely photographed of the approximately 172 dolmens in Ireland, according to Spectacular Ireland (Peter Harbison, Universe Publishing).
When the site was excavated in 1986 and again in 1988, around 33 human remains, including those of adults, children were found buried underneath it, along with various stone and bone objects that would have been placed with them at the time of interment. Both the human remains and the burial objects date to between 3800 BC and 3200 BC.
It was moving to see something so old and sacred. A park ranger was on site to make sure visitors didn’t deface or vandalize the structure and to answer questions. He grew up within a couple miles of Poulnabrone, he told us. As a child he didn’t know much about it other than it was a gravesite and to be treated accordingly.
When we arrived there were only a couple other people there, but soon a tour bus rumbled in (I don’t know how the driver managed to keep the bus on the back roads that seemed about as wide as a bicycle path) and about 20 Japanese tourists descended on the site. We bid farewell to the friendly ranger and headed to Dingle to meet the rest of our party and begin the second part of our unforgettable Ireland vacation.



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