Two iconic routes, one unforgettable trip
Start: Carrickfergus Finish: Derry~Londonderry
This legendary route is awash with stunning attractions, whether it's ancient castles, spectacular cliff landscapes, or utterly charming fishing villages. It's also home to some of the most famous icons on the island of Ireland.
Start: Inishowen peninsula, County Donegal Finish: Enniscrone, County Sligo
A road trip of epic proportions, taking in some of the island's most magical and awe-inspiring scenery. From wildlife sanctuaries to surfer paradises, this route has much adventure to offer, and has served as inspiration for many a legend.
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