This Isn’t The Last Of Scotland

September 24, 2010

Beautiful Oban, where I stayed for about four days. It was so small and walkable, and the weather was gorgeous. One day I walked up a hill to attend the Highland Games and after a few hours left alone and spent the afternoon running errands–got some film developed, had my glasses fixed, went to the library (I even got a library card–you had to, to use the computers), finally ate at one of the Indian restaurants I’d been seeing everywhere, and shopped a bit. Those were my favorite times in Scotland: when we weren’t on a schedule, and I was free to come and go as I chose.

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The day we spent in Edinburgh was like that. I think I literally said “peace out” to one of the people on the tour as soon as we were allowed off the bus. (I was shooting daggers at the tour guide that day; she apparently thought we would enjoy driving passed all the shops on Prince’s Street, the main shopping street, as she told us about them…I had never wanted off that bus so badly). I longed to wander, alone, with my camera. And shop. Not that I really was buying much more than postcards–it was just something that restored my sense of normalcy, walking shoulder-to-shoulder with everyone else in the city, eating at a small cafe without the 20 other people on my tour, checking out clothes at Topshop alongside hip Scottish girls. So many of the places we visited on this trip were small, quaint towns so I was thrilled to spend the day in an urban environment.

Throughout the trip, I would get so exhilarated that I would start walking really quickly and then sort of, well, running with excitement. And the weather was cool enough that I’d barely notice how winded I was until I suddenly started panting. (It’s quite embarrassing now that I think back to this.) One of the women on the tour made fun of me one day, running along beside me. She said it made her happy to see how much fun I was having though :b

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I must say my grandmother, who organized the tour, did a great job selecting the locations where we stayed. I think with the exception of two nights we were located within walking distance of bustling downtown-type areas (even in small towns). The two nights we spent in a sort of “middle of nowhere” hotel, it had a fabulous rec center (?) with a pool, sauna, hot tubs, gym, etc. So that was just as fun. Plus they had great breakfasts and we had some amazing dinners in the hotels as well.

With that, I think I’ll cue some food pictures.

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Wow. I’ve really showed no restraint on photos, eh?

2 Responses to “This Isn’t The Last Of Scotland”

  1. photobyholly Says:

    What a beautiful place, your photos make it look so inviting! I especially love how you captured the buildings reflecting off the water – very nice!! :)


  2. […] me to revisit, swoon over, some of my pictures of Scotland: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13. (And that ain’t even all of […]


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