Two days of walking down…
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We’ve been walking the Great Glen for two days, and I currently haven’t got a clue where I am. We’re very tired (and by ‘we’ I mean George…) and we’re staying at a lovely youth hostel that was at some point in time a crofter’s house. I believe we’re in Laggan, at the bottom of Loch Oick. We camped at Gairlocky last night.
Last Day Fort William
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We did a lot of sightseeing & preparations today. I managed to get a swim in at the local recreation center – I was foolish enough to try the door at 7:10 AM, when one of the regulars was standing beside it, only to be met with the comment ‘Do you think I’d be standing here if it was open?’ It reminded me of my Grandpa.
Fort William
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We took the train through Glen Coe today. Even though it was a little over cast the scenery was still worth staying awake for. We were pretty tired, as we were out last night and ran into a St. FXU grad who now lives in Glasgow, and teaches bagpipes at the College of Piping. She had just been in Fife performing in the Highland Games there.
MoMA madness!
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Well, I managed to drag George to the Museum of Modern Art – it’s free day – he wouldn’t ‘pay to see that shit’, and we made it through the place in record time (probably 10 minutes flat). The most interesting part was a series of vases that were plays on Grecian urns with modern themes glued to them (ie: bad sex guy vase; remembering my boyhood days vase…) and a series of photos showing various homemade weaponry used during the IRA unrest here in Britain. I’m sure the security guard at the door thought we were just looking for a public toilet to use, as we were in and out of there so fast (as it was, a public toilet may well have fit in with the displays…)
Glasgow School of Art
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We were out all last night at a pub called Uisge Beatha, talking to the locals about everything from politics to travel to World Cup Games (England plays tonight, so the place should be out of control…).We were woken up this morning to the sound of pipes and drums – the Orange Marchers were making their way through town. It was a great way to be woken up in Scotland, but it would seem the local authorities are anticipating some trouble, as there’s a significant police presence everywhere, and the TV news helicopters followed the marchers throughout their entire route (it lasted for easily 2 1/2 hours). We did get some pictures of the drummers, pipers (tin, not bag), and accordion players.
