Given this is the second time I’m having to write this, I think I’ll go with cliff notes until I post the camera photos.
1. Left ‘O-dark-stupid from the B&B in Larne Harbour, N. Ireland to hop the ferry bound for Troon, Scotland.
2. Somewhere between the dock in Larne Harbour and the baggage pickup in Troon, my pack’s bite valve jumped ship.
2.a. Being in a foreign country and traveling onward to a small village in the Western Highlands without an outdoor store, on a strict timeline, with only 20 minutes in Glasgow in which one must change train stations… Game on.
2.b. Hauled balls out of Glasgow Central (which was lovely, by the way), found my way to Tiso Glasgow, dragged my bag up some steps, ran up three flights of stairs, wound up buying a Platypus reservoir (…this will turn into a small swallow of humility in two day’s time) as they didn’t have a bite valve for my Osprey (sad), ran back down the stairs, grabbed my bag, shouted a ‘thanks’ over my shoulder to the gents in the store, then sped-walked like a mo-fo’in pro to Glasgow Queen Street.
2.c. Managed to grab a Grande Hazelnut Macchiato from Starbucks at Glasgow Queen Street and hopped the train for a 5.5-hour ride through the country into the seaside village of Mallaig.
3. When someone tells you that taking ScotRail up to the Highlands is worth your time; they aren’t lying. It was stunning. If you have the chance, do it.
4. The only downside to The Seaview Guest House the number of stairs I had to drag my duffel up. That was it. The ONLY downside. The B&B was beautiful, Fiona was an amazing hostess, and the breakfast the next morning was delicious! Absolutely the best B&B I’ve ever had the pleasure of staying at.
Next up… My hiking/hill walking adventure on Knoydart Peninsula with a pack of badasses.