Tuesday.
I went hill walking with a older gentleman I met at breakfast. In essence, we walked to the pub and back. It took us a two and a half hours walk to get to get there. The walk was incredible, and the pub was even better. Dated back to 1705, the building was filled with ancient chairs, stuffed animals and dreary faded old portraits. A fire crackled in a cast-iron hearth, its the most Scottish thing I've ever seen in my life. And to complete the occasion, I ate haggis! It was surprisingly good, except for the foreboding aftertaste and crunchy animal bits...
This is me wearing Georgia Gould's glasses after she threw them at me. And yes, I did give them back.
This is the view out the bus window. You know, just the everyday normal trip up to Fort William...
Well my photographs really don't do this place any justice...
I'm exhausted. More tomorrow.
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