My heart belongs to Scotland
Trip Start Jun 02, 2010
46Trip End Oct 03, 2010
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Our tour started out Saturday the 18th of September, and from the get go I knew that I was going to have a blast
We did too much in our seven days for me to give you a play by play. It would be tedious for all concerned. So instead, I will give you my overall impressions. Obviously, you can tell that I was in love with the country from the very start. There is something wild, rugged, and positively breath taking about the terrain. It captures your heart and steals your soul. It would be so easy to fall into some romantic daydream about the highlands. It is the perfect setting for two strangers to meet, on a hill side, as the wind blows your hair about and carries your fears away...NOT that I ever allowed myself to daydream as we drove north
So we made our way up to Inverness, the gateway city to the highlands. Also the capital of the Highlands. We didn't spend much time in the city itself since we had tons of ancient sights and historic castles to see. We did go out that night, however, and got to see a live band playing traditional folk music. That was fun. The next day we headed up to Loch Ness and got to see the glen where Harry Potter's lake scenes were filmed. OOOh nerdy fun times. Then we ended the night at a lovely hostel that was so homey, warm, and had a bar right there. Can someone say convenient? At this point we had added on 13 more people, and with the exception of one person, everyone got along perfectly. It was like a constant party with culture and beautiful scenery thrown in as a bonus. Could anyone ask for more? I say they could not.
We spent two nights in Fort Augustus, a lovely town right on the edge of Loch Ness. On our third day we had an entire day to ourselves, so a group of us went on a cruise of Loch Ness. Here we heard all about the history of Loch Ness and the current existence of the creature. That's right ladies and gentlemen, the Loch Ness monster does exist. However, it is not so much a monster as a prehistoric creature that had to adapt from salt water living once Loch Ness became land locked waaaaaaaaay back in the day
Our fifth day was when things started to get interesting. And, weather wise, miserable. As soon as we got up to the Isle of Lewis (after a rather excruciating ferry ride) the weather started to go from bad to worse. A million mile per hour winds and constant rain does not a happy Kia make. But I didn't let that ruin my enjoyment of the spectacular scenery I got to see. We went to the Callandish Stones, which are 4500 years old (older than even Stone Henge). I would have been more in awe of them if I hadn't been constantly fighting to stay on my feet and nearly blinded by rain. From there we went to some authentic black houses
Our last full day together we spent driving around the Isle of Skye. Can we say beautiful? Holy crap. The night got even better when we began our final night party. The hostel we were staying at once again had a bar. The bar had live music. So we danced. And drank. And had a gay old time. It was one of the best times I've had on this trip. We even convinced our tour guide, Alan, to play the guitar and sing for us. Yeah, he's a musician who has played with quite a few people. We actually didn't stay out to late partying, which I was grateful for. I mean, we did have to get our butts up early the next day and ride around on a bus. Not so fun with no sleep and a hang over.
Our final day we probably saw some of the best scenery
Anyway, our final day was beautiful and enlightening, just what a tour ought to be. I really cannot say enough good things about Haggis Adventures. And Alan, along with the rest of the crew made the adventure absolutely fantastic. It was a great end to a great four months. I couldn't believe how absolutely empty I felt as I was leaving Scotland two days ago. The country and its people had maneuvered their way into my heart. So much so that I even felt myself hating the English, my beloved English! (PS the Scottish hate the English and would like nothing more than to separate from them. Hate may be a strong word, but they really love to talk crap about them and never miss an opportunity to make fun of the Queen). So, Scotland is a part of me now, but I guess it always has been. It is a part of my heritage you know. But now, I feel that no matter where I go or where I live, my heart will always belong to Scotland.