As the title would suggest, I took a trip to the Isle of Skye, the
large very close island of the Northern Inner Hebrides. This email should take
quite a while, because instead of only covering the events of a single day,
this email should cover my exploits from Friday morning to Sunday late
afternoon. So sit back, grab a nice cup of tea, and most importantly do enjoy.
Friday 1
March 2013
6:52 AM
My Room,
Dalkeith House
The morning always comes too quickly. This is especially true when
I stay up into the wee hours of the morning watching Doctor Who. Call it a
hobby, an obsession, or whatever, but it relaxes me. Some people smoke, I watch
Doctor Who.
#Don’t Judge me
So anyway, I fought to get up, running to the shower and making it
back to the room before 7:05. I was just going on a short little weekender
trip, and so should anyone be surprised that I hadn’t even begun to pack yet?
One of the nice things about being a guy however is that packing really isn’t
all that daunting of a chore. The right number of shirts, an extra pair of
trousers, socks, underwear, a towel, some charger cables for my camera and
phone, a note book, journal, and a few snacks for the road. No problems here, I
was packed and in the centre hall in a matter of minutes, taking only two very
small bags. If I had a proper backpack, I’m confident that I could have fit
everything in there with room to spare.
Anyway, there was quite the crowd of us waiting in the centre
hall. The bus that would take the 27 of us on
the Highlands tour to the Isle of Skye was due to arrive at about 8:00, but we
quite a bit of waiting time before the bus was about to arrive. Jess and Amber
didn’t seem too talkative this morning (they were probably till tired), and so
I walked over by Patty (who had just returned from China), asking her a few
questions about the Experience China Program (The little sibling of the Wisconsin
in Scotland Program). I really don’t have any intent on going to China anytime
soon, but since I work in the Global Connections office on campus, I felt it
would be nice to know some of the intricate differences between these two
programs (aside from the fact that they take place on different continents).
The bus pulled, up and we were greeted by
Michael, a tall man with very long, light curly hair. He was wearing a Kilt
(which instantly made me worry that this was going to be an overly touristy
trip). All that aside, I put one of my bags in the boot of the bus, and put the
other one under my seat. I was sitting directly in front of Jess and Amber,
next to a window. Throughout the whole weekend, I wouldn’t take a single photo
out the window due to the window’s tinting. That’s not to say it didn’t pay to
have a window seat. The views upon entering the highlands would become truly
spectacular.
It was a beautiful sunny day. It was
perfect weather to drive down the motorway, across the fourth bridge and all
the way up to Dunbar where we made our first stop. Michael had us walk up
towards an old cathedral that went alongside the river. We were allowed to walk
in, take a few photos, and then take some pictures of the town and river. There
was a nice place to get coffee, and an even better place to get Danishes.
We continued on down the road for a ways
until we made it to another small town. Unfortunately, I can’t remember the
name of this place, but it was a ski town. There was really only one street
which had a giant snow covered hill as a backdrop. It was about lunch time
(which was the point of this stop), and so Amber, Jess and I went to the local
Tesco to see if we could pick up some plastic knives. In an effort to save
money, we had decided to bring along a loaf of bread, peanut butter, and jam.
Unfortunately, we had nothing to spread it with. Also unfortunately, Tesco
doesn’t sell plastic knives. However after a lot of looking, I was able to find
a set of [5] metal teaspoons for 95p.
The three of us found a little park-like
area, near a small stream which went under a bridge. A few others from the
group were already here having their lunch. They had a similar idea, but had
gone the extra step and pre-made the sandwiches before coming.
All and all, it wasn’t that big of a deal.
Teaspoons work brilliantly for making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and
it really was a pleasant lunch. Afterwards, the group of us that were sitting
by the creek decided to take the path that followed the stream under the bridge.
We continued on, hopping a fence and venturing onward until the stream met up
with a larger river. The way the sun was shining on the crystal clear mountain
water was really something else. We would have stayed a bit longer, but we were
already late to get back to the bus. Michael didn’t seem to happy with us, but
as far as I was concerned, it was all part of the adventure. That little
excursion was well worth the five minutes we lost. However, shortly after we
arrived on the bus Michael announced that he had got us unto a whisky factory
(which meant free whisky samples for all).
Note: Whisky ≠ Whiskey. Whisky is only made in
Scotland, and although within Scotland it is most commonly referred to as
whisky, in the rest of the world it is known as Scotch whisky or more commonly
Scotch. Whiskey is a liquor that is made in a similar fashion to whisky.
However since it doesn’t use natural Scottish spring water, it cannot be
classified as a Scotch.
Anyway, we watched a wee informational
video on the production of whisky and the varieties that this particular
distillery makes. Afterwards we were each given a wee dram of whisky. The woman
behind the bar instructed us to let the whisky sit on your tong for a few
seconds to really let the distinct flavours come out. I must say it was good,
but as of that moment my personal preference in liquors still resided with
Belizean One Barrel.
As I was getting back on the bus, I asked
Michael if there was any way we could stop at a standing stone circle sometime
over our next few days of travel. He said he’d have to think on where a good
one would be, but that we certainly would be able to visit one. I took my seat
feeling quite pleased about this.
We soon were back on the road, we were
just a few miles shy of Inverness when Michael announced, “Alright we’re going
to be taking a bit of a detour. I just got a request to visit some standing
stone circles and so we’re going to have to take a few back roads to get
there.”
My jaw just about hit the floor. Sure I
expected to see something over the course of the trip, but the next stop? This
was absolutely amazing, man did Michael deliver. He found a triple burial cairn
complex, each with its own stone ring. Of course, I didn’t bring my compass or
a measuring tape. Without either I couldn’t do any meaningful research, but
truthfully I wouldn’t have had time to accurately run a survey on the whole
site. After all this time, countless hours of research, here I was in a
Standing Stone circle complex called the Balnuaran of Clava. I had never heard
of it before, but considering the fact that there are literally hundreds of
such sites throughout the British Isles this didn’t bother me much. I instead
darted around the site like a madman, taking pictures of virtually every stone
from any angle I thought would be useful.
Getting back on the bus, I thanked Michael
profusely before we continued on to the Culloden battlefield, the site of the
last battle on the Island of Great Brittan, where Bonnie Prince Charles met his
final defeat by the English in 1746. Walking around on this unsuspecting
moorland, I was given the same feeling I had when wandering about the hills of
Gettysburg a few years back. I left a small stone on the larger stone that was
engraved with the Stewart clan’s name. It wasn’t much of an offering, but they
had the most to lose and they certainly lost it here.
When we left the battle field, we went
into the shop. I liked this shop, not because I particularly like little
knickknacks, but rather because I really like the fact that all the signs were
written in Gaelic (pronounced “Gal-ik” not “Gay-lick” the second pronunciation
refers to the Irish dialect which is a totally different animal altogether). I
did find a few teach yourself Gaelic books which I ended up being late back to
the bus inquiring about. Sometime in the eventual future, I’m going to buy one
of these books on Amazon. Consider this added to bucket list.
From here, we continued on through the
only city in the highlands, Inverness. Driving through Karen Gillan’s home town
was pretty cool (If you don’t know who Karen Gillan is we may need to have a
wee chat). We never did stop and get out, but rather just drove through the
small city and on to the northern side of Loch Ness.
Through a tunnel that went under the road,
and across the pier there was a rocky beach. We were given about 45 minutes,
and over the course of that 45 minutes most of our group had taken turns
jumping into the bitter cold water only to shout “Fuck it’s cold!” And then
race to get out.
Having not brought any swimming trunks
(intentionally), I didn’t feel like jumping in. I did however, wade in. I
couldn’t really feel my feet afterwards. I do have to say I envied those who
actually did jump in. Maybe next time I’m near the Loch, I’ll jump.
We piled back into the bus, and Michael
passed around a bottle of whisky to help warm us up. After a few times around
the bus, we cleaned out the bottle. I’m not sure if this was part of the tour
or if he was just being nice, but either way it was much appreciated.
Our next stop was at the ruins of Urquhart
Castle. Parking in the parking lot, he said that he was going to a petrol
station to fill up the bus, and so we were free to wander about the area. Since
the castle’s visitor centre was closed for the day we we’d be able to see the
castle from the hillside overlooking the Loch. If we wanted to get a better
look at the castle, and no one was around, all we’d have to do is hop over a
wee little fence. However, if the authorities came we weren’t supposed to say
he told us to do that.
The group stayed on top of the hill for
some time. I got a few good pictures, here, but really did want to see the
whole castle. So, wandered around and found the fence that Michael was talking
about it. In one fluid motion I was on the other side of it, and jogging down
the hill. The others in the group were quickly behind me. I have to say it felt
quite nice to be leading the charge towards a castle. I suppose the brilliant
part of this was that we weren’t supposed to be there. It also made things like
climbing on the castle and walking on the grass rather trivial. We were able to
really explore the entirety of the castle, before running back to the bus.
It was getting close to 6:00 PM, and the
sky was getting darker. This is really quite sad because the further north we
went the more beautiful it became. After about an hour and a half more driving,
we crossed Skye bridge and left the Isle of Great Brittan and arrived onto
Skye.
Our hostel was in the small port village
of Kyleakin. Here we were greeted by Maggie the woman who ran the hostel. After
getting our rooms, I went with a few of the guys to Saucy Mary’s, a local pub
named after a medieval Viking princess, or rather her willingness to show her
breasts from the window of her tower. Here I got a Strongbow and plate of fresh
prawns. They were very good, although the few of them that were pregnant were a
little less pleasant to pick apart.
When I got back to the hostel, I set about
journaling the day’s events. As you now know they were quite numerous. When I
finished, there were only a handful of people in the sitting room. Kev and
Adam, two English guys who up here on holiday – Katrine, a woman from Iceland who
happened to work at the hostel, and Alec from my group. Kev and Adam were
pretty pissed (drunk) by this point. Which made the following debates on the
coriolis effect and the merits behind mixed taps rather interesting. They were
going to play spoons. Since I suck at spoons, I decided then would be as good a
time to go to bed as any.
Saturday 2
March 2013
7:32 AM
MacBackpacker’s
Hostel Room 2
Right so, I woke up Saturday, feeling disappointed that I missed
my alarm. I had endeavored to see a sunrise on the ocean (this is more or less
my thing whenever I’m on a small enough island I like to watch the sunrise). I
soon found out from Maggie that it was too cloudy/misty to have seen any
sunrise had I been up to watch it.
We got on the Bus at about 9:00, and we were headed for the only
real town on the isle, Portree. We wandered about the town for a wee while, and
then were off to the Faerie Glen. There are four rules to visiting the Faerie
Glen.
1.
Never take anything.
2.
Don’t whistle
3.
Don’t walk around with your hands in your
pockets
4.
Don’t swear
These four rules must be followed in order
to insure you don’t piss off the Faeries. A few years back a Frenchman was on
this tour, and thought Faeries were a load of crap. So he picked up a rock and
put it in his pocket, stuck one hand in his pocket, cussed out the faeries, and
then whistled loudly with his other hand. In a matter of seconds he had slipped
down the hill and broken his foot. Now this doesn’t mean I believe in faeries,
but I do like to be respectful in sacred places. So I followed the rules, and
explored the hillside. I ran alongside sheep as I climbed the difficult ways up
and over the various hills. The sky was overcast, but it was too beautiful to
care.
Our next stop was the port village of Uig.
Here we stopped for lunch. Amber Jess and I made Peanut butter and Jelly
sandwiches with the remaining bread and teaspoons. It was a nice little
village, I liked being here especially because if I were to ever go to the Isle
of Lewis this would be where I’d depart.
We were off then to the Quiraing mountain
pass. Michael dropped us off, and told us not to stray from the path. He was
going to go around and meet us on the other side. Once again, I feel like I
lead the charge down the path. However anytime it tripped my fancy (purely for
the purpose of seeing good sites), I would stray from the path and go exploring
a wee bit. The mist in these mountains was incredibly thick. It was absolutely
brilliant here we were walking through clouds on the Isle of Skye. Not everyone
in the group was as keen on mountain hiking, and the especially didn’t like it
when I would stray from the path. But Since I was one of the fastest in the
group, it really wasn’t much of a chore for me to wander off and make it back
to the trail well before the last of us.
Eventually the path forked, and we had to
decide which way to take. The group of us agreed on taking the left path. Once
we had gone down the left path for quite a ways, the rest of the group was
getting rather sceptical. Looking to the side of a small bluff, I could see a
path that wrapped around the mountainside. I’m still fairly certain that this
secondary trail was what the right trail would lead to.
Unfortunately I couldn’t convince the
others of this. Luckily, Asia, a girl in our group, quite angrily did convince
most of the rest of the group to go the way I had been saying from the
beginning. There were a hand full of people who stubbornly refused and turned
around.
I would like to take this moment to
mention that I was right. Not to brag or anything, that would be so very out of
character. Anyway yeah I was right, and it cost us quite a bit of time because
the others didn’t want to listen. Was I a bit bitter about this? You bet.
Our next stop was the beautiful waterfall
at Kilt rock, and then another smaller waterfall at the Old man of Storr. These
were short little trips that were quite fun, but I have to admit I would have
enjoyed more if I wasn’t still rather annoyed by a handful of members of the
group.
There was still a bit of daylight left
when we finally made it back to Kyleakin. So me and a few of the guys decided
now would be a good time to wander to the ruins of Maol Castle (where our infamous
Viking princess once lived). It was a good hike up there, and the views of the
castle were certainly worth it, but I’m quite glad I had brought my torch along
for the way back.
Back in the hostel, I made dinner. I had
brought along a large amount of leftovers, and I threw them all into a frying
pan. Stir frying them and adding a few spices that happened to be lying around,
I made something that looked gross but tasted pretty good. This is kind of my
M.O. when I cook, but you eat for your tong not your eyeballs so as far as I’m
concerned tasty is all that matters.
After dinner, I went into the sitting room
where Kev, Adam, and their friend Allen (who was passed out on the floor drunk
the night before), were talking with Terry from my group and a guy named Lenny.
Lenny was pissed, so pissed in fact that it made me wonder what was left of his
liver. The conversation went waffled between drunk mutterings about nothing,
the Kinks being the best music group ever, and random insults that were
honestly more funny than offensive.
We all took turns rotating out of the room
to take a break, but we were really just biding time until the live music was
going to start at Saucy Mary’s. At about 10:00, I went over there with the
English guys (Kev, Allen, and Adam). We got some drinks and met up with Michael
who was talking to a friend of his. As it would turn out, that Saturday was
Maggie’s birthday and so they were celebrating.
Alec soon joined us along with Katrine who
was already there. We began playing keep the balloon off the ground, which was
especially fun when the majority of the pub began to join in. After a little
bit, a hand full of people came into the pub from my group including Jess. I
went over to talk to her for a little while, but I was more interested in
meeting locals and hanging with my English friends. After all, that is why I
was there in the first place.
So this is where things start getting a
little bit blurry. The first shot I had tasted like an evergreen tree, and the
second one tasted really good, although I can’t remember what it tasted like. I
had two pints of strong bow throughout the night, one of which I had to slam
because of a drinking rule. Apparently if you take a drink with your right
hand, and someone yells buffalo, you have to slam the drink. I did know this
rule the whole night, and I had taken extra care to drink out of my left hand.
However, it’s really hard to break a lifetime of right-handedness.
Sometime over the course of the evening, I
went over to sit by a few of the guys from my group. They must not have been
talking about something all that interesting because, I instead turned my
attention to the four local girls who were sitting at the adjoining table.
Jade, Shannon, Courtney, and Allison were all from here, but Shannon attended
college at the University of Glasgow. They were nice to have a short chat with,
but they went out to have a smoke, and I went back to my other mates.
One of the coolest things that happened
quite a lot over the course of the night was my accent. As some of you may or
may not know, I’ve been working on an English accent for quite some time. After
drinking with my English friends for a while, it just kind of came out. No
stopping it, no controlling it, I just had an English accent. So here’s how
many introductory conversations would go.
“So you’re on holiday? Where are you
from?”
“Wisconsin”
“Really? Then why do you sound English or
Welsh?”
“I Dunno, probably too much Doctor Who.”
Either way the girls loved it, so I’m
counting it as a win (even if it annoys the people in my group).
Katrine and Adam were going to go for a
spur of the moment sprint, which sounded like an exceptional idea. I had to set
my drink down, but I followed after them. They complained that I didn’t sprint
the whole way… I suppose this isn’t
that interesting of a story so I’m going to cut to the chase on this one, I set
them up. We didn’t see much of them the rest of the night, and Adam never went
back to his room. You do the math. I love it when I do that.
So I was feeling pretty good about myself,
and I went back into the pub. This time I helped Kev build up the confidence to
talk to one of the girls in my group. She didn’t stay out much after that, but
he did get a kiss out of the deal so I’m going to call that a two for two.
So it ended up being, Alec, Kev, Allan,
and I when the bar closed. The lot of us were waiting outside the bar with none
other than Shannon, Jade, Courtney, and Allison. None of us really wanted to go
to sleep yet. We had a place, they had some alcohol in Kyleakin those are the
two key ingredients to an after party, just add drinking games.
Cultural note: there is no great
difference in drinking games between the United States and the United Kingdom,
not that I would know what drinking games in the States are like… anyway moving on.
The night continued on like this, and I
found myself sitting closer and closer to Shannon. I think at about 4:00 in the
morning Alec and I looked at each other and decided that we weren’t going to
get any sleep that night.
Allan went to bed sometime around 4:30,
and we continued on until about 6:00 when Courtney and Allison decided they had
to go. Shannon and I were practically joined at the hip by this point, and Alec
and Jade weren’t all that different. We kept talking until it got close to
7:00, and then they had to go. Shannon was leaving for Glasgow pretty soon, and
Jade just felt like going.
So the five of us walked out, and I
suggested that we go and watch the sun rise. Shannon loved the idea, but really
had to get going, and so we said our goodbyes. Shannon and I doing so rather
passionately (we kissed for an incredibly long time). Glasgow isn’t that far.
We’re going to see each other again sometime. I don’t know if it will go
anywhere, because we’re both too practical to jump into a relationship that is
destined to be long distance. However, I will promise you this. Just this once,
I’m going to try not to be practical. We’ll see where it goes from there.
When I got back into the hostel, Kev and
Alec congratulated me. Terry was awake now, and so Kev and I walked with him
down by the water to see if we could see any wild otters. We didn’t but it was
still pretty cool to look at the early morning ocean.
When we finally got back to the hostel, I
made some tea and then packed up my stuff getting ready to head out. The bus
arrived, as I finished packing. I went down stairs, and said my goodbyes to
Kev, Allen, Adam, and Katrine – also congratulating Adam and Katrine. I do love
it when I play match maker.
All of my group, slowly but surely piled
on the bus, and in no time we were going back across Skye Bridge and watching
the misty isle fade into the background, partially lit by the early morning
sun.
Our first brief stop was Eilean Donan
Castle, this spectacular castle which we only were able to see from a across
the loch is in every way the post card worthy castle. Considering the fact that
I hadn’t had any sleep yet, I’m confident that some zombies are livelier.
When we got back on the bus and began to
move though the stunningly breath-taking mountainsides, Terry insisted that I
get some sleep. I had no will to argue, and I was out cold. I awoke after what
felt like only a few seconds (it had been the better part of two hours), and we
stopped at a small little place some breakfast.
I got a baked potato with haggis, and a
coke. I don’t know if that qualifys as the breakfast of champions or not, but
it sure was tasty so that’s all that matters in my book. This was the third
time I’ve had haggis and I have to admit this was the best I’ve had yet. The
others of the group who tried it agreed. Just no one tell Henry.
After piling back on the bus, I quickly
fell asleep again for a short while. The next time we got out we went for the
shortest of hikes along some truly stunning mountainsides. I really wished I
could have really had the opportunity to go hiking out here. When I was out and
moving around, I could do it, but get me back on the bus and I was out like a
light.
We continued on for quite a ways until we
made it to Doune Castle. This was a little extra that Michael was adding to the
tour. Unfortunately, we only had about 15 minutes here and a tour (which cost
about five quid) would last an hour and a half. It’s a shame because I really
would have liked to see more of the place.
Our next and final destination was
Sterling. Unfortunately, we weren’t there to see the castle. Instead we were
there to see the Wallace Memorial, which was incredibly impressive. This is a
massive tower on top of an already tall hill. Certainly a wonderful monument to
a great Scottish hero, who was much taller than Mel Gibson and quite likely
never wore a kilt.
We made it back home close to 5:30,
exhausted but pleased with our trip. Since Michael had been such a great tour
guide, the group had chipped in and bought him a bottle of whisky. I shook his
hand on the way out, thanking him again for the stone circle trip. He smiled
and congratulated me about my night (which by then, the whole bus had heard
about).
We walked back into the house, tired but
happy – happy for a great trip and happy to be home.
Cheers!
--Anth
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