Kincraig Castle Hotel
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- Shuttle bus service
- Drycleaning onsite
- Meeting rooms/conference facilities
- Airport Transportation
- Room service
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Travel Blogs from Ross and Cromarty
... We ended off the night by watching the Masters 3rd round. There was a beer fest and band playing in the hotel bar, but we were so tired (and I had no clean clothes!), we couldn't drag ourselves off the beds! Today was a much better day! We started with breakfast in the hotel restaurant and then made out way to Castle Stuart Golf Course for our first round of the trip. The course was so quiet, we didn't see another group all ...
... died building it. Even more depressing fact: one of the builders fell inside one of the massive steel pieces, and there was no way for them to get him out, so his body is part of the bridge now. After that really sad but beautiful stop, we moved north and found the Hermitage. It was apparently named this because artists and poets and writers thought is was romantic and inspiring to hike up into the woods and live like a hermit for a while. Apparently someone decided at one ...
... to take pictures and admire the views. At each stop was other rabbies tour busses also on the way to Loch ness. We also made a stop at Slate town for a toilet break.
Soon we arrived in Loch ness. There was time for a quick walk before we went on an optional cruise. I ate my lunch, walked around the town, had a look at some souviners and then headed over to the ship/ boat. This tour only got us to Loch ness, but gave the option of doing a lake cruise as well as the time ...
Today we had a big travel day. We checked out if the hostel and took a 4 hour train to Glasgow. When we got there we had to change stations and used the shuttle bus service. Then we took another hour train to Prestwick. Once we got there we relaxed for the rest of the night cause we have an early flight ...
... so deeply as to nearly lose one of the trusty boots and wet and muddy the pants leg so thoroughly that not even the rain could compete, the conversation turned to “Are we having fun yet?”
So, to Australia’s great shame, we never got to the Old Man of Stoer, and probably even if we had, we’d never have seen it anyway. Instead we struggled back to the car, freezing to death and dripping wet. And despite the car’s ...