SCOTLAND with a friend
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When I just started my motorcycle-driving lessons already an appointment for a ride was made. 'When you've got your licence, we'll go to Scotland together.' Speaker of these words was a good friend of me who had spend most of his life between two wheels. His encouragement and never ending willingness to talk about bikes and riding was of great help while I was slaving away at my lessons. But by the time I got my licence, his bike was in little pieces, spread all over the county; even an old BMW R-type can use a revision after the odd 170,000 kilometres... That first year with my bike brought a solo-trip to the North-Cape in Norway. But the next year, 1998, we gave in to our agreement; Scotland it was.
We spend three weeks travelling up and down the old country. Was it a good trip? Yes and no. After years of travelling alone I learned that I could travel with an accomplice (given this accomplice is a gentle person with enough patience and willing to do things my way). Scotland is beautiful, and the people were most friendly. But we were gone for three weeks, and we had rain for almost three weeks; only the second and the last day were completely without rain... On the other hand, we found out that our all-year-camping had teached us well. We managed to always keep a dry set of clothes, we kept our sleeping bags dry and we mastered the art of building our tents in the pouring rain.
I also managed to catch a flu, again not the best thing to do on an holiday (never, NEVER sneeze while driving a small and winding road with your visor down).
Here's the full monty for those able to read Dutch.
Impressive sky and the accompanying rain on the 'Devils Elbow', somewhere north of Edinburg.
Hill o'many Stanes
I selected this site at home, from a travel-guide without pictures; 'A Neolithic monument, not to be missed...' Sneezing and chilled little old me wasn't impressed: some boulders in a field, barely rising above the grass. On the other hand, this meant we were closing in on John O'groats.
All of a sudden H was gone from my rear view mirrors. I pulled over and tried to look behind me: wheredidhegonow?!? In the distance I saw a little red bike wandering off into the landscape. My friend had seen a castle. Freswick-Castle.
And of course there's no escaping it: Loch Ness.
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