The Tongue Hotel
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- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
- Pets allowed
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Travel Blogs from Tongue
... wearing silk, how nice it felt against her skin ... too much information, hurry up Jenny, this is getting awkward... Jen decided on one and we paid for it, as we were walking out she said how nice if felt against her skin, ... I asked her to STOP. Just out of Elphin we took a right turn and soon realised we were heading due East so retraced our steps. Back on track we continued on north and entered a world of huge rock mountains their sweeping surfaces ground ...
... most highlands, big mountains and pretty much treeless. We had to constantly pull into passing lanes as most of the roads are one lane here. Despite the constant stopping and slowing down for sheep, cows and lambs on the road (aswell as photos), it was amazing. Then we rocked up to a beach that paralleled an Australian beach, offshore conditions and bright blue water. Followed by jen overdosing on chocolate at this amazing place called cocoa ...
... actually he is quite funny. We learn that the road (track?) that we are driving on was originally built 200 years ago when the lighthouse was first constructed. Then it was used by horse and cart. It was tarmaced in the 50's chuckles Stuart, and hasn't been done since. We also learn that it is classed a U road, the U70 to be precise and is now owned by the Scottish Highland Council who maintain it...or maybe not shouts Stuart with a loud guffaw! ...
... the best days cycling I have ever done:) Within a few minutes of starting, our route took us on the notoriously dangerous A9, dum dum der!!! (Don't know how many, I'm better off not knowing, but we have kept hearing on the news while we have been on this trip that yet another cyclist, and sometimes an end to end cyclist, had been killed on the A9, flip!) so we understandably wanted to avoid it like the plague, but we simply had to do a 3 mile stretch of it ...
... was just great. The weather turned wet, which added to the difficulty of the wind. We passed the 900 mile mark, now 90% of the way! This was reached in the middle of nowhere, with greyness all around, on an A road, that was single car width with passing places. It felt different, it felt remote. On we cycled into the back of beyond, then out of the low cloud we saw the first building for miles. 'The Cask ...