Inverness

Arrived at Inverness airport and it almost reminds me of my time in in Sundsvall, Sweden. The air, the pines, the stillness... Tomorrow I will take the bus to Durness to start off my hike. Excited! All Love

Coughing and Planning

Today I've been home with a cold, enjoying the good company of Fisherman's Friend and Strepsils. The Agency had another unannounced viewing on my flat and I just about managed to put my pajamas trousers on before they came up. Shame on them!

Another thing that happened was I got the maps for my Scotland hike! I noticed that one of the areas I had planned to hike was a clearly marked DANGER AREA. I decided getting blown up by a bomb in the middle of the Highlands was a bad idea, and decided to change my route. I will fly up to Inverness, take the bus up to Durness, do some cave exploring, and then start hiking east down to Ben Hope and Ben Loyal, two mountains I aim to climb. I have about 5 days of hiking, then I will take the post bus back down to Inverness and fly home to Bristol. To everyone worried about me being out there alone, I can inform you I invited God to come walk with me. I will also walk pretty close to the coast and the lochs, which makes it easier to stay on track.

The coast by Durness

Ben Loyal, one of the mountains I aim to climb

All Love

The International Balloon Fiasco

Josefine stayed with me last night, after being out for a superb dinner at MudDock. We were gonna get up early Saturday morning to go and see the release of a hundred hot air balloons at the International Balloon Fiesta. At 5:30 we got up, noticing that there is some rain in the air. We refused to be discouraged, took our bicycles and headed out anyway. By the time we got to our viewing spot it was pouring down and we were completely soaked. We hung around for a while keeping an eye on our watch, wondering, with a growing sense of failure, how long it takes for hot air balloons to ascend. We soon realised our defeat and decided to go looking for somewhere to go for breakfast. We found Beefeater, the restaurant at hotel Premier Inn, and went for a lovely breakfast buffe. The coffee and tea bringing some heat back to our frozen limbs was lovely. We stayed there, eating, chatting and drying for over 2 hours. When I got back home I drowned in my duvet. It is Saturday.

All Love