So after spending the night in Oban, I caught the bus north. All but the last of these pictures were taken through the bus window, and they turned out fairly well. Alot of the most beautiful scenes I didn't take pictures of. I was too busy drooling and plotting how to marry a Scot so I could live here.
We went through the mountains--sometimes with clear skies, sometimes with snow, sometimes both in the span of five minutes--through Fort William, along Loch Ness (where I stopped at Urquhart Castle ruins), and ended up in Inverness (where it was pouring down snow, see last picture). I hiked from the bus station in the snow to a cool little youth hostel and spent all night sitting on the heater and reading. |
