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The lying and cheating
Were in no way refrained
We dropped by the Cairngorms
Where Santa does graze
His magical reindeer
When its not Christmas days
And to finish our venture
An old steam train trip
Through snow dusted Scotland
With mulled wine to sip
A time like none other
Our Christmas was great
But we all missed our families
On that 25th date
*Most Photo credit to the lovely ...
... was quite turbulent but I managed to get a fair amount of z's,. Ryan, not so much! Paying for a slight upgrade of our seats meant it was only ryan and I in the row of seats so no one bothering us, it was worth it! 1 movie, 6 chapters of my book, 50 games of solitaire and 3 meals later, we landed in Johannesburg. 0105 local ...
We are up at six to make dure we have time to enjoy the wonderful breakfast you always get at the Sukhothai. We have ordered a taxi for 8.00 which as it happens turns out to be too early. It is a public holiday in Thailand for the King's birthday so rather than being stuck in the usual traffic jams we sail straight to the airport in half an hour.
When we get on board there is the usual commotion getting seated. Two ...
... when I was drying one of the dog vomit covered blankets.
speaking of dog vomit, I turn my back ONE second and spotty gets into the trash and eats a hunk of bread. fast forward six hours later, waiting to see if a rain storm is going to clear (walk) and she trots in, gets on her little doggy bed and promptly chucks up grass, mucus and a mixture of everything else she's been hoovering up as of late. except the bread. where was the bread? after cleaning a few ...
... 8211; scheduled for our final night in Scotland and the culmination of our walking week during the Ballater Walking Festival. As you will see dear reader, we did indeed hear the piping and it was a grand treat for us all.
But first, the day trip to Aviemore as promised.
I had only heard of Aviemore as a Scottish version of Perisher on a bad day: grey, windy, miserable with a penetrating damp cold that goes through to your bones. I imagined the ...