Demi Tour of the World

For Camille and I Scotland, oh ! even from far away it express the travel through its single name and all the collective picture we’ve got in our head : Its rain Its lochs, its cows, its mountainous landscape, its islands, its castle and their ghosts, and possibly its welcoming inhabitants (the greedy staff, that’s like portugese women and their beard : jealousy )

Well, when we arrived at midnight, middle of august, it rained all night long. No train, we walked ten minutes towards the night. I guess it’s hard time for the night when for neighbour there’s a glowing and noisy airport. We left the road behind us and passing a gate leading to somewhere with hills and bushes, couldn’t be more precise, we settled our home.
In the morning the clouds were still dropping some of their water. Heading out of the green and orange tent we saw where we were, on the edge of the green, a golf along the beach. Yes, in my list above i forgot golf. Errare humanum est like we experienced in the that good luck, the rain badluck only if to endure for more than two days. From the Glasgow station we took another train going to Milngavie (which you pronounce Mull-guy). Milngavie is the start of the west highland way, the most famous walk way of scotland passing by the loch Lomond (biggest lake of UK), the Glencoe (the highest peaks in UK) and finishing at Fort William on the west coast. All that for a week walk of 153 Km.

The way starts in the town itself and goes away quickly towards low hills. Here it’s sunny and warm while it rained in Milngavie, water like a progressive filter between urbanity and counrtyside as the dogs and their owner were disapearing while rasberries and water springs flourishing. In fact all day the weather’s been doubtful : “should I be happy or not. Let’s try sadness and its tears… well, now I’ll dry that… why not trying again” or may be he thinks more like: “should i make them pay for their irrespect!”. Weather is still impredictable !

While the Sky wondered, Landscape started to unveal its beautiful curves, its still shy rocky skin under smooth green hairs, a ruin lost in front of a tree-covered-knot named Dumgoyach. From here we could hear the legend of a giant as we put to late our raincoats. To sum up for starters we saw black cows, far away sheep, rain, green staff, smily people… and a distillery the other side of the cows’ field We stopped a mile from Drymen in a tiny and cheap camping site with two wigwams. The landlord said tomorrow’s weather will be fine until the end of the day. Camille complained about her wet and painful feet. We met an other froggie, this one from britany, a pretty cool one.End of the day.

…Dreams…

…middle of the night… little noises woke me up. Camille was crying from a pain, not the feet, the knee. Too bad I thought embarrassed for her. We won’t be able to follow further the west highland way, looked too serious for the next 140 Km with the rucksack.