Sustainable Travel in Ireland

I’ve been living my sustainable life in Ireland for almost 4 years and we’ve travelled a lot on this little green Island!

Ireland, with its lush landscapes, rich history, and vibrant culture, is a traveler’s dream. Whether you’re exploring the dramatic Cliffs of Moher, savouring the warmth of traditional Irish pubs, or wandering through the enchanting streets of Dublin, the Emerald Isle has something for everyone. To keep Ireland beautiful, we can be mindful about how we use the land we are exploring. Here are some of my top tips on minimizing your environmental impact, and travelling sustainably in Ireland.

Read my recent article about sustainable international travel here!

Greener Transport Across Ireland

Ireland’s public transportation system is pretty good for making your way between big cities, and many trips are possible without a car! Trains and buses operate all over the country every day. When you arrive at your destination, opt for buses, trains, and trams, which not only reduce your carbon footprint but also allow you to relax and enjoy the stunning scenery along the way.

Another option is to take your bicycle with you! Trains have special bike-carrying spaces so that you can take your bike with you for transport once you arrive.

If you do need to drive, consider using your car as little as possible, and walking, cycling, and taking public transport to explore each spot. This is how we do most of our bigger adventures!

For a more immersive and eco-friendly experience, explore Ireland on two wheels or on foot. The country offers numerous scenic walking and cycling trails, such as the Wild Atlantic Way and the Great Western Greenway. You can rent bikes or join guided walking tours to discover hidden gems, all while reducing your environmental impact.

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The Tongariro Alpine Crossing

The Tongariro Alpine Crossing is one of those classic New Zealand walks that everyone talks about, everyone knows about, and a whole lot of Kiwis have never gotten around to doing.

So, when my friend Ross and I found ourselves with an unexpectedly free weekend we jumped in the car and headed north for an adventure.

Phoenix, needles and sunsets

All good things…

My carry on bag, around the world trip of 2017 was phenomenal. It was 3 months of travelling, which felt like forever at the beginning, but as it eventually started rolling to an end there were some pretty intense feelings.

So, I did what any reasonable adult would do.

I got a tattoo in Phoenix, Arizona. I think it’s safe to say my parents were thrilled.

Ok, so it wasn’t exactly a spur of the moment thing. I had actually been planning on getting a tattoo for a couple of years, and just hadn’t had the right moment and opportunity. In Phoenix we were staying with a friend of one of my travel buddies, who has many many tats, so we decided it was a cool time, and she took us to her favourite people. It was a really great experience. If you are thinking about getting inked in the US of A it’s worth noting that tipping is a thing for your artist. Coming from the south pacific this was something to get my head around. I went with 20% because my artist was really lovely and professional.

After tattoo-time we wandered off to check out the sights and sounds of Phoenix. I’m going to be honest, it’s not exactly a hotspot of attractions. The list of ‘things to do in Phoenix’ is odd and mostly museums and places with red dirt and cacti. We managed to get a solid chunk of red dirt seeing in, and even met a new lizard friend.

Would you believe that ‘Hole in a Rock’ is one of the top things to see in Phoenix on the cheap-to-free list? I mean, it’s a nice rock. Very red. Interesting textures. Nice view of the sunset.

It was a pretty great spot to sit and reflect on the past 3 months and think about our experiences. And there were some iconic looking cacti, which was a nice reminder of where we’d arrived.

And I licked a cactus, which I always wanted to do when I saw cartoons with classic cactus shaped cacti in them. I live life on the edge.

After a relaxed evening sunset watching, we decided to get in one last party, so headed into town for a night of dancing and good laughs. I was still on my Project #NoBeersies2017 drink-free year but had a blast dancing, and could also to be a sober driver afterwards.

Phoenix was our last major stop, and it’s a solid way from most places. The drive to LA was a full day, so to kill the time we made up a fantastic game. Country Bingo. You listen to the radio, and have a sheet of classic country music related themes and words. Like tractors and Jesus. We won. In about 1-2 hours.

It was a full on emotional journey driving into LA. We all knew it was our last day away, and that the real world was about to sucker-punch us in a few short days, and the evening absolutely played up the mood. Look at that nostalgia-inducing sunstrike-open-road vibe. Iconic. I should sell this one as a stock image.

And then this sweet as sunset past Manhattan Beach pier to the west, where home waited over the ocean.

There were tears, many utterings of love, and very deep sighs.

And of course, comfort food in true U S of A style as we waited for our flight out. Thanks, In n Out. (Shout out to the secret menu and the Animal style fries!)

Without trying to play into the stereotypes – it was an outlook-altering experience, a once in a lifetime trip, with friends who are like family now, to places I never dreamed I’d love as much as I did, in breathtaking countries, with tear-jerking landscapes and views that were like a 360 degree postcard, and I wouldn’t exchange it for anything in the world.

And yes, coming home felt like I was physically filling up with a warm fuzz.

xo cait

(oh, and shout out to Auckland airport for the water fountains! No single-use bottles for this gal!)

West Coast Wandering

Canada bade us farewell in the early hours of the morning as we lumbered onto a train and off into the sunrise. I love trains, they are a magnificent beasts that can haul such impressive volumes of people and goods, and I was excited to take a train rather than flying as the carbon footprint is much smaller. On future adventures I would like to travel slightly slower and use trains and busses more for this same reason.

Much as I adore trains, I struggled to love this one through my bleary hatred of mornings. 4am wake ups are not my favourite thing, and are one of the most glaring downsides of public transport – it goes when it goes, not necessarily when you want it to go.

Oh, Canada!

Canada has long been on my list of countries to visit, mostly because it is so widely known for its beautiful yet accessible wild spaces. If you have read many of my blog posts you’ll have picked up on my love of the environment and outdoors. I adore getting out into the hills and seeing the glorious expanses this world has to offer us. Every time I step into the wilderness I am reminded of what I am defending when I try to minimise my negative impact on this incredible planet we call home. Canada drove that home yet again.

We landed in Edmonton at an ungodly hour of the night and were overwhelmed by the kindness of a new friend we had made in Iceland a few weeks before when she drove out to the airport from a party at her house just to fetch us. She then proceeded to offer us a bed for the night, followed by a guided tour of the river by canoe the next morning.

Of course we jumped at the chance to see the city from a different angle, and early the next morning we slathered on the sunscreen and headed to the river.

 

3 Months, 10 Countries, 1 Carry-on Bag

You may have heard (if you follow me on Facebook or Instagram) that I recently travelled around the world for 3 months on an amazing adventure. Before leaving I pondered ways of saving money, time, stress, and slightly reducing my carbon footprint.

One of the biggest decisions I made that helped on all four counts was setting myself the challenge of doing the whole trip with next to no gear – just a single carry on sized backpack.

That plan went out the window really fast when I realised I would be in climates between -5°C and +45°C, and had to fit a sleeping bag and sleeping mat in there as well, and one bag became one carry on sized backpack and one definitely-pushing-it personal item back pack, which basically every airline will allow. It was definitely overweight when fully packed, but when challenged at one airport I successfully got the big bag down to 8kg (maximum carry on for that airline) by putting on about 5 layers of clothing and shoving my book in my pocket. Success.

I swear Kathmandu did not sponsor this blog post…

New York, Baltimore and DC – A Whirlwind of Cities

The East Coast of the US of A is a fascinating landscape at the moment. Especially the cities we went to, where protests are still a common every day. It is important to note that as three rather clearly middle class white people we really didn’t have to deal with any of the challenges that others with less privilege would have had to deal with.

In spite of everything, the States still serve up an absolutely glorious array of city vibes, all unique and full of wonderful surprises.

Trying to reduce our waste was probably hardest in the USA and Canada, because we were trying to cook a lot ourselves with very limited storage and refrigeration options. We started off well though, with packed meals for the plane from Greece, because it was just so easy to get delicious pastries and avoid the overpriced, gross, and waste coated airplane food.

Greece – Redefining ‘Old’

What really blew my mind about Athens was that there are things there made by people we consider to be part of ancient civilisations, which used pieces of rock they scavenged from Greek ruins. Even in those ancient times Athens had stuff old enough to be considered already ancient.

That’s ancient squared.

It’s incomprehensibly old.

It’s so old old stuff was being built from it because it was already old by then.

As you can tell – I’m still struggling to wrap my head around the sheer volume of time since the ruins here were occupied.

Another thing that impressed me was how many amazing things there were scattered about the place. You’ll be walking along through a park or down a road and then out of nowhere there is a casual patch of history just hanging out.

These baths are a great example, peeking out from under a road.

Perfect Imperfection – Istanbul

I love spending time imagining while I travel. For me stories are the best parts of history, they bring things to life in a way that transcends time because a story is always the same no matter when it’s read. The context changes though, and makes it unique and personal.

Istanbul had a layer of personal stories for me that stood out for some reason. Those are the stories of my dad walking around the city when he was about my age. Interestingly I’m not sure how many he has actually told me, memories can be funny like that, but they somehow stuck in my mind as ‘dad traveled here’. As I walked through streets I wondered if my dad walked there, and as I stood in old buildings I looked up and wondered how the place would have looked when he was there.

I now feel the need to clarify that my dad is alive and well, because it sounds upon reading the above like he might not be. I’m just missing my family a bit, I haven’t seen them in a few months.

Anyway, on to the exciting bit! Look how gorgeous Istanbul is!

Our hostel put on a delightful, traditional spread each morning where we feasted on fresh fruit, fresh bread, traditional soft cheese a bit like feta, and boiled eggs. We were getting a wee bit bored of cucumber, tomato and bread after having it at every meal through Azerbaijan, but the watermelon was still refreshing as ever.

The view from the little table on the street outside where we are breakfast was of the back of Hagia Sophia!

Azerbaijan, Politics and Copious Amounts of Sweat

I have been accused a few times recently of being a Scout Nerd and I quite happily confess it to be true.
Back in 2015 I was honoured to be chosen as a representative for Scouts New Zealand to the Asia Pacific Regional Scout Youth Forum and Conference, which opened up my eyes to the strategic elements of scouting at a global level.

Since then I’ve taken on a bunch more challenges in this space, including most recently the World Scout Youth Forum and Conference in Azerbaijan!

I left from Manchester airport, after visiting my grandfather and due to some fun scheduling I had to spend the night in the airport (budget travel is luxurious!) So we were off to an interesting start already!