Well it wasn’t easy, but I managed to get some sleep on the 12-hour coach ride to Inverness. Once again, there’s a Public Library across the street from the station, so I’m taking advantage!
I apologize for any motion blurs or smudges on the windshield. It was still a breathtaking view on the way here.
Oh, what I would give to live there…
One of the towns we stopped in was called Aviemore, and it was tiny, beautiful mountain town lined with old-style buildings and shops. It felt right, you know?
The bus started out full of almost 60 passengers, but after all the stops, I arrived at Inverness with only three other people. I was the youngest one on the bus by at least 35 years. I met a sweet old lady who was in London seeing a Barry Manilow concert who was met at the station by her husband. It was adorable. When we were getting close to our destination, she told me to sit up front since the bus was basically empty so I could get pictures of us coming down the mountain. Good call, old Scottish lady friend.
Kid wearing a kilt outside a kilt store alert!
The bald man on the left in this picture’s name is “Woz,” short for “Warren.” He’s been backpacking for charity all across the UK after his father died of cancer. He’s gone from the very southern tip of Britain to Inverness. He’s been walking for eight weeks straight and is ready to “go abroad, sit by the pool, and have a pint.” He was very nice and we chatted while we walked back to the station.
And this is the library where I typed this!
I didn’t get a chance to see Loch Ness or the castles, but I might when I come back this way. This is a beautiful town and I will never forget it.
Next stop: The Isle of Skye!!