Muckross Lake, Killarney, Ireland

In Ireland, everything happens with high drama, intensely and vividly.

Crossing the Muckross Lake couldn’t be different.

I was staring at Lake Muckross without quite understanding where we were going to cross it.

Also, what can be so exciting about boating on a lake?

We all have done that before, somewhere.

However, the descriptions were fascinating.

So, I decided to rely on the good taste and wisdom of those, as myself, make from tourism their way of life and passion.

Nevertheless, my doubts were quite sticky, and they would not leave me almost until the middle of the lake.

I wasn’t sure what I was doing.

As we approached the opposite bank, I began to see a very narrow tongue of water, and the tiny boat where we were in started to move in that direction.

In a couple of minutes, I saw myself navigating this canal that meandered inland.

At a certain point, still in the channel, the boatman explains to us we would have to leave the boat so he could pass a shallow zone.

This possibility of going to shore was exciting because it allowed us to cross a small and old stone bridge.

On the opposite side of the canal, I could take some photos from top to bottom while some boat maneuvers took place.

It was a postcard scenario, and our bright red life jackets would give the photographs a surreal look.

The cold, the humidity of the rainy weather and the fog accentuated the dramatic look of the whole landscape.

The gray clouds with black contours gave me the feeling of an intense rain approaching at any moment.

Being on a boat without protection, it added to the drama.

We were lucky, and it was just the weather being Irish.

It was a 10km crossing, and it took about ninety minutes.

We left at the opposite side of Lake Upper.

The mirror of black water was mesmerizing, and the mountain lines on the horizon gave a watercolor look to the scenery.

Just amazing.

Carpe diem

David Monteiro