The road changed from asphalt into dirt. A steep uphill slope was continuous and there were lots of stone walls all over. It looked like a maze which was separated by stone walls. There were no trees as far as we could see. I was gradually getting a big picture of the Island as I went up the steep hill.
The hill in the center of the island was covered with stone walls and I could see at the sea from there. There were a few houses along the coast. And the dirt road which we had rode up stretched out continuously. "There is really nothing here!" There was just noise of the wind and I couldn't even hear the birds. It was just silent. It was my first experience of an absolutly silent world.

We got going up the steep hill. I didn't have enough power to get up the hill, but I managed to keep up with other people.
The Aran Island is the home of the famous sweaters. But I had seen no sheep there, so I wondered if they are really made there....