Blogs from Dingwall, Ross and Cromarty, Scotland, United Kingdom, Europe

I found some writing I did in my thought book about Scotland. It describes the atmosphere a lot better then what I wrote previously. I did this while drunk, so it's going to be a bit of a weird entry. The mountains gaze over me. Warn down. The rivers that were once on them have run dry. The sun opens and shines upon trees on the horizon. The road infront of me is long. I pass stone walls, rock formations and ruined architecture. So desolate and depressing. The mind wonders about the stories they could tell if they could only speak. I sit there imagining the numerous possabilities. Often the feeling of great loss comes over me. We pass rivers, I think of the feet that once crossed them. The objectives they set out to achieve. ... read more

So here I am, sitting in some budget as fuck internet cafe that has what appears to be 28.8kb internet. Everything is working fucking slow. The screen infront of me is a CRT from what appears to be invented in prehistoric times. I keep waiting for a sabre tooth tiger to jump out from the toilet next to me and bite me.... AH!... na it's cool, it's just some old lady with false teeth. Updating this journals going to start getting a bit harder as my internet access is quite limited. I'll try and remember what happened, but it's tricky when you're in the middle of nowhere and constantly doing things. The place we're staying isn't actually available on the site I'm using's map, so I've tried to point it to the closest place. The Road ... read more

Och Aye the Noo (and all that gibberish) from Bonnie Scotland, OK, we know what you're thinking. India, definitely. Pakistan, possibly. Vietnam, maybe. But Scotland!!! Why on earth would two sane people with most of their faculties still in tact want to go to Scotland? Well, we figured that if we were going to visit all these exotic locations in Asia, Scotland would be an ideal testing ground. Firstly, the food is foreign (Haggis, Nepes and Tatties), secondly, the mountain roads are full of potholes and thirdly, nobody can understand a bloody word the locals say. Our only hope is, that getting a hotel room in India is easier than getting one in Inverness. The whole town seems to be full despite the fact that nothing is happening and we had to spend our first 3 ... read more