All That Jazz
Road trips are all about exploring and experiencing totally new places
They're about ignoring the map, making questionable U-turns, and getting slightly lost.
Sure you can drive from A to B, following the sat nav's every command, pitch up your tent and hideaway in it for the night. But wheres the fun in that?
We wouldn't have ended up at the Cliffs of Moher a day early, and we definitely wouldn't have found ourselves drinking Guinness at a Jazz festival on the edge of one of Trump's golf courses!
The drive from Derrynane to Doonbeg was beautiful.
Especially the first part as we wound our way up and over to the other side of the Iveragh peninsula. When we got to the stop we were met with the most breathtaking view of Derrynane Bay and the Skelligs in the distance (where they filmed part of Star Wars: The Force Awakens)
The Wild Atlantic Way route took us around the Dingle Peninsula.
The peninsula has to be one of my favourite parts of Ireland. I love how it changes almost immediately from rolling countryside to steep cliffs and bright blue sea.
It also happens to be where Tabitha's favourite band Walking on Cars are from. So naturally, we drove around with their album blasting from our speakers.
We stopped in Dingle for some ice cream from Murphy's Ice Cream Parlour which we had heard was amazing.
Now I'm normally not the biggest ice cream fan but their salted caramel flavour was enough to convert me!
With no rest for the wicked, we piled into the Punto and got back on the road.
Maybe it was the distractingly stunning scenery? Or the lack of concentration after a 7-hour drive? But whatever the cause, we managed to veer 40km north off course. It was only when we couldn't find any of the towns we were driving through in the area of the map we were supposed to be that we realised our mistake.
Luckily our detour wasn't a total waste of time as we were able to visit the Cliffs of Moher at a much quieter point in the day. After 5pm the coach loads of tourists become far fewer and you're actually able to take in the cliffs without crowds of people in the way.
As cliffs go the Cliffs of Moher are pretty spectacular.
It was then back on the road to drive the 40km back south to our home for the night, Strand Campsite in Doonbeg.
It soon became pretty clear that there was something big happening in the village. The was bunting everywhere and even a fairground.
All the decoration turned out to be for the 18th Doonbeg International Jazz Festival.
Which is why later that night we were in a pub drinking pints of Guinness with locals, listening to a Jazz band.
Not a normal Friday night, but definitely one we won't forget in a hurry!