Spent the morning celebrating the sun as did the native folk. Had I mentioned that yesterday was freezing until the evening? After Breakfast took a walk up the hill to where the sauna was – they like their saunas like we like our fireworks – and into some kind of magical woods and met John a volunteer who works in exchange for room and board. John schlepped my bag to the bus for me. It was nice that Annette was getting the same bus back to Perth so she could go back to Glasgow area.
Then it was from the bus station to the train station in Perth to Inverness to change in a hurry to Kyleakin in a train car with John – yes another John – a man from Atlanta but raised in Pittsburgh, and a young man – Jonathan for a change – who told me where to sit for the best view. And sure enough I could see why I wanted to come here. I overheard John makingplans to rent a car to take to Carbost and asked if he would care to take me and Jonathan who could help direct him. Such a Dad thing to do but I was so tired of schlepping this luggage.
So they took me across the bridge to the Saucy Mary’s hostel then went on to Broadford and then he was going on to Carbost. Let me tell you nothing is close to anything here. I think the land is stretched tighter on this part of the sphere.
So I am now on The Isle of Skye – on Kyleakin a village looking nothing like I expected. I check into Saucy Mary’ (This name is an historical reference), my second hostel, where I have a four bed room to myself with an excellent view of the mainland through a big picture window with a nice dollop of seagull shit in the middle.
When I went to bed maybe 11ish the sky was still red.