Let's talk about Dublin pubs. They're brilliant. You can stand in the same spot where literary giants once slouched, listen to world-class musicians in a buzzing Temple Bar session, and find a perfect pint of Guinness on practically every corner. Dublin's pub scene is a loud, vibrant, living thing. But after a day or two, a little thought might start to creep into your head: Is this it? Is this…

The Cliffs of Moher are a rockstar. They're Ireland's headliner, the main act, the picture on all the postcards. And like any big-name celebrity, they draw a crowd. A massive, selfie-stick-wielding crowd that pours out of tour buses into a visitor centre, snaps a photo, and leaves. But what if I told you that's like listening to your favourite album through a tin can? What if I told you the real…