Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
...the highlands
It was certainly bound to happen. After all, I have been in Europe for almost six months.
It was mostly a weekend affair, but alas...I have fallen in love.
With Scotland. The highlands - to be specific. More details to come - but, quickly - from an internet cafe - I have just returned from a three-day bus trip in the highlands of Scotland (to the Isle of Skye if anyone wants to reference the map). Our tour guide was an entertaining, crazy, hippy man with a Scottish accent (of course - he is from Scotland), wearing a kilt. He happened to be an incredible storyteller with a wealth of knowledge about Scotland's history - of battles between the MacLeod's and MacDonald's - of William Wallace - of Rob Roy - of druids and paganism and those ruinious empire builders, the Brits...
Here are a few pictures of the highlands with more to come
The very last is Loch Ness. Sorry dad, but no sign of Nessie.
It was mostly a weekend affair, but alas...I have fallen in love.
With Scotland. The highlands - to be specific. More details to come - but, quickly - from an internet cafe - I have just returned from a three-day bus trip in the highlands of Scotland (to the Isle of Skye if anyone wants to reference the map). Our tour guide was an entertaining, crazy, hippy man with a Scottish accent (of course - he is from Scotland), wearing a kilt. He happened to be an incredible storyteller with a wealth of knowledge about Scotland's history - of battles between the MacLeod's and MacDonald's - of William Wallace - of Rob Roy - of druids and paganism and those ruinious empire builders, the Brits...
Here are a few pictures of the highlands with more to come
The very last is Loch Ness. Sorry dad, but no sign of Nessie.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
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