Despite dissatisfaction with the theme of the room, we must recognize that we slept like logs in that big bed.
At 8.00 we were up and our anger declined to find that had dawned cloudless. It was a beautiful day. Then we headed
that room luxury fully glass, much like the 20's to see that they gave us for breakfast.
There is nothing wrong with breakfast or with the nice girl who took care of us, except for a small incident (my fault) to confuse "ham" (ham, bacon) with "haddock" (Pollack). This small slip of grammar was the cause of Mari Carmen finished looking at me with murderous face when forced to eat breakfast with eggs haddock, or whatever it is, pollock eggs.
While having breakfast and discussing the story we laughed (Mari Carmen does not so much) , we note again that the British do not just turn things upside down when driving. They also like to contradict the theme of the salt shakers. It was our 5 th breakfast and there was no room for doubt. They put the salt in the salt shaker has one hole and pepper which has many. Ways to complicate life, do not you think?
After breakfast and send an e-mail to pals to give them a little bit of envy, pay the bill but not before exposing our displeasure to the receptionist, especially musty odor given off our bathroom.
Although expressed surprise, her aunt was a bad actress and just managed to say "really?" I'm Sorry. "
Ntchss ... can not make a Swede being Scottish, joer.
Skeabost Leaving the Hotel with a bittersweet, almost without looking back.
At that time there was nothing to presage that we would return to see him again, and that after running 25 miles and not knowing the real reason (call it intuition, call it 5 th sense), I realized he was not wearing the phone up and we had to undo I walked without really knowing if I'd lost in the hotel.
Fortunately the phone was there and we could recover, but the unexpected Julita our plans delayed more than an hour.
was almost 11 am when we arrived at Castle Dunvengan , the best preserved castle on the island of Skye, also known as the castle of the elves, fairies and good luck .
Did not you think? Well ..... come and see.
For over 1,000 years, the Dunvengan Castle has been the residence of the clan McLeod and not be less than their counterparts, is shrouded in legends.
is the typical castle with battlements, a moat and a ghost, just like just like the Exin Castillos.
steeped in history for the 4 sides and is very well equipped, but honestly, the exterior could do with a coat of paint .
And inside, as you see as the wear out the furniture.
There is no doubt that McLeod has not seen the IKEA catalog in your life.
But perhaps the most valuable object of all the castle is a small piece of silk known as the "Fairy Flag ", whose origin dates back many centuries.
fabric is said to full of patches, protecting members of the clan and only taken out of hiding to wrap their firstborn at birth.
In one of the inscriptions, we read that some Scottish soldiers carried a photograph of the "Fairy Flag " while fighting in World War 1 to bring them luck.
This is what it is still preserved.
Before leaving the castle, bought some souvenirs, including a beautiful stainless steel beer mug hand carved with inscriptions and Celtic motifs.
It took a whopping 35 pounds, but a whim is a whim.
Once outside, we wanted to do some photos where you could appreciate the magnificence of Dunvengan Castle, which lies at the foot of a quiet lake with the same name as the castle.
From there, start small motor trips for £ 15 where you say you see seals up close or they will return the money. We had already had enough Skeabost receptionist, so I'd rather take a stroll through the adjacent gardens, promising enough.
only had to take a look this old boat to realize that the landscape in Scotland is more than a hobby.
saw many gardens in Scotland but Dunvengan Gardens were we liked best by far.
may not be as opulent as those of Glamis or Balmoral, but of course were much more varied. There were even areas where it felt like being in the midst of an Amazonian forest.
But best of all were the flowers. He had large and small, of all imaginable shapes and colors. Beautiful all.
Thanks to them, we realized the excellent macros that was capable of achieving our modest but versatile camera. Worth
click on photos to enlarge.
Unfortunately for us, was approaching the time to break the spell of Skye and leave this island as mysterious and fascinating, being aware that we left there part of our heart .
but still had four hours before catching the ferry that would lead to Mallaig and we would not be bad idea to go to the lighthouse that was in the westernmost tip of the island. We were told that we should not lose Neist Point for the world.
To get there we had to do the traveling style, asking locals and consulting maps. Do not believe the site is well marked and guidebooks we consulted barely mentioned it. Even the GPS seemed to have an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat it was and we had overcome the worst stretch of road in Scotland. Strictures
addition, we find curves and steep grades and more goats than in all Heidi chapters together.
Luckily we had no accident with the car and those parts that had no trace of human presence that could help us. I do not want to imagine what it would have meant there a puncture or a broken clutch. But of course, that you think then. In Spain we
Cabra Mecánica, but there ....
not know me.
Seeing that one of them was staring at us as if we knew of a lifetime, we dared to ask: "Excuse me Mrs. -. Goat, can you tell us where is Neist Point, please? -"
A so the goat replied in perfect English: "Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"
That was all the help you gave us.
We knew we were on track through the terrain, which was consistent with what we were seeing on the map. Arriving up to this small unnamed lake, we realized we were about to reach Neist Point .
Had it not been for the sunglasses, we had fallen to the ground eyes open as to contemplate it:
We had seen some pictures this place online and we loved it. And now that we had before, we could not really believe that we were there. Mari Carmen had to pinch myself several times to convince me that I was not dreaming.
I wish I would have had a delta wing that moment to fly over it.
Given the irresistible charm of places like this, we were convinced that no matter how small some lakes, they have nothing to envy from goliaths like the Loch Ness and Loch Lomond as far as beauty is concerned. As in other life issues, quality over quantity expired.
But we not only captured the lake. There was nothing to turn his head slightly to get a nice slap the visual impact of the cliffs Moonen Bay. The expression of our faces would look very much like that of Dr. Alan Grant when he sees the first dinosaur in Jurassic Park. We
like a cloud and I could swear that a few times in my life have I felt so disconnected from the world.
A couple of miles later, the road suddenly ends becoming a narrow path that can only be explored on foot and leading to the lighthouse at Point Neist . At first sight, the lighthouse is not because it is behind a huge rock and to reach it must travel a distance of 4 kms. return.
seems to be there, but if you look at the two hikers from the bottom of the photo, comprobareis the true dimensions of this huge rock.
To get there, we had to descend a very steep slope not suitable for people with vertigo. But it took us less than we had hoped to reach the gorge. A very different was the lap where the liver almost threw up the ramp happy.
In any case, the effort is worth it and you have to make this sacrifice if we want to enjoy incredible views, but to photograph the cliffs have to play the type crawling to the edge of the abyss.
In days so clear as we were fortunate to have, you can see in the distance Outer Hebrides.
the lighthouse is perhaps least of all that interasante Neist Point home. Attracting more attention the curious forms of the sea and the passage of time have been sculpted in the rocks, making them an amazing geological puzzle.
we were very curious also different stacked stone figures that had spread along the coastline, which means we never find out.
Before descending to Neist Point, a couple of old people told us they had seen dolphins jumping near the rocks but we did not see None. We
it is rare dolphins. We were surprised even more than the two old men had had the courage to walk on those rocks and up the hill!. Seeing is believing.
We had stayed there longer looking at this vast sea looking for a blue dolphin, but when he approached a ferry and had to take the path back to the car, while both agreed that Neist Point was the most impressive we had seen what we had to travel .
And to think we were about to lose all this ........
still shocked by what they had just seen, we headed south through the Isle of Skye longitunidalmente, a journey that lasted just over an hour and a half to reach Armadale, the small port where cruise ferries bound for Mallaig .
Fortunately, we arrived on time. We even had time to grab a snack while waiting cars turn to get on the boat.
There was too much tail and sailed smoothly, although one of the managers told us that in the months of July and August or on weekends, take place on a ferry is a lottery.
We were lucky and we traveled the sea Megane comfortable
The journey to Mallaig lasted 35 minutes and cost us 35 pounds including the two passages and the car. A considerable saving of time and money when you consider the enormous return that we had to give out of Skye and head for Helensburgh, which was where we slept that night. While leaving behind
Skye and siuleta would fade into the horizon, we had the chance to experience a new seasonal change and give up once again to the spectacle of the Scottish skies.
had never seen falling a downpour of this magnitude in the sea and even dodge the storm by the hair, served for our mini-cruise to become one of the most intense experiences of the day.
After landing in Mallaig, decided to make a stop 5 miles down the road to look at one of the most unique places in Scotland: White Sands of Morar.
In this beautiful place located on the tail of the lake Morar, any logic loses its meaning. Gave us the feeling of being on a Caribbean beach in Malibu shooting an ad, walking for its fine white sand and translucent look at his placid waters. Small boats anchored
, further increased the feeling.
We could not believe that those still waters were part of Loch Morar, the deepest lake in Scotland with depths of up to 350 meters.
Like Loch Ness, this lake also has a legend about a submarine called Morag capita. The difference is that being among inaccessible mountains, has not had the same tourist pulling his opponent.
A pity, because their environment seemed equally attractive Loch Nes precisely how different it was.
The contrast between blue-green waters, the menacing black clouds and the sun's rays, creating a kaleidoscope of color very hard to describe.
As we still had a little hungry, we chose the heady shores of Morar to build a small picnic. They were resting for a while until the place was full of gulls in search of prey.
They had no qualms about approaching a few meters from where we were and ended up being so numerous, that eventually forced us to leave.
was almost six pm and we were still 120 miles from our destination, so we set out with idea of \u200b\u200bmaking entire route in one go. The roads were already far more decent and the journey was made more bearable.
go once again for Fort William and Ben Nevis, but without stopping. Just made a stop near a place called Onich to take a coffee and take the chance to see their church.
was about seven began to fall afternoon when a light rain coincided with our step-by Glencoe, a very rugged and mountainous area to which Charles Dickens described as "home to a race of giants."
In those lands there was the sad slaughter of the McDonald clan in 1692.
Another attraction in Glencoe is the valley where the road runs zigzag, where nature makes its way exploiting all its fury. The many streams of wild waters and the uprightness of those summits finished shuddering, to the point where Mari Carmen decided to award the first prize Glencoe paisajísitica beauty.
sublime Thus, we said goodbye to the Highlands, the Highlands of Scotland that we had so many emotions felt. Sure some ill-concealed lagrimilla joined the mighty stream of Glencoe without our noticing it.
After leaving Glencoe, the rain stopped and a timid sun cast sparkles appeared on the small Loch Tulla.
From here, relive the land was flattened and began to disappear, green mountains giving way to a vast countryside which was practically constant until the arrival to our hotel in Rhu, a small town bordering larger called Helensburgh.
It was about 9 at night when we arrived, staring dusk was a logical time. It may seem like a bullshit, but you could tell the difference in latitude. The
Rooslea Country Hotel waiting for us. They had all our data point and not to publicize, but we were amazed at the effectiveness of reservations made through booking.com.
On the issue of accommodations, all was running like clockwork.
Upon entering the hotel, we saw that was remodeling and we feared the worst. But we got a surprise when one of the buttons led us to a room ultra-modern facilities with luxury short of where we enjoy a good shower, tea and biscuits, excellent 40-inch LCD screen and views wonderful Bay Gare Loch. We
hotel photos and bay, but the memory card was damaged, ruining a few pictures of Rhu and our visit the next day at Loch Lomond. Software could only recover some of Helensburgh.
A penalty.
We went to bed early. There have been many miles we rode that day. Many emotions together.
Before falling asleep, we were remembering what we saw and the two agreed that was the best day of all, the one we had scored.
Nothing could exceed that, but apparently seen, anyone dared to say something so blunt.
Before midnight, we had fallen exhausted by fatigue.
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