Pill without drama, post-Brexit paperwork and a president cheating at golf. We’ll sleep next to the monument of a Russian shipwreck with more lives than a cat.
aparcamiento (rural) 🅿️🌲
Morning rain, a well-deserved rest, and the day ended with a ball, beach, and sunset over the Irish Sea. No mountain today, but there were views and a deluxe nap.
I climbed Ben Nevis dodging hiking poles like spears. We reached the top soaked and battered by the fog and sticks. And you know what? We didn’t like it. Not one bit.
Un paseo entre cascadas de cuento, una carrera contrarreloj hasta Ben Nevis y una cena con cuatro héroes empapados... Yo, mientras tanto, vigilando la cámper desde mi trono.
We saw seals sunbathing, were pampered by strangers and ended up at the edge of the world looking at a lighthouse with a foghorn. Who could ask for more?
We went through the legendary Applecross Pass… and saw absolutely nothing. Then we crossed the bridge to Skye to meet up with the people from Malaga. And someone dropped their cheese rind!
We stopped in Gairloch with the intention of continuing, but the bad weather and the midges held us back... and even the people from Malaga showed up again to say hello!
We visited a place where the stones talk, the sheep don't stray from the path, and Daddy Edu came back covered in sand. In the evening, live music... although less 'live' than expected.
From cliffs with caves to deserted beaches and icy swims. Today we cross the north of Scotland amongst chatty Spaniards, hitchhikers with faith, and sunsets over lonely lakes.
A postcard sunset, holes in the sand, and a farmer with more bad temper than a gone-off yoghurt: that's what our day was like, spent amongst deserted beaches, spectacular cliffs, and epic quests for a signal.
A walk amongst historic stones, a luxury washing machine, and a lady handing out sweets. Between wind, industrial memories, and a car park with a view, we find a moment of respite in the north of Scotland.
Among Viking ruins, castles that look out to sea and little birds that look like penguins, we arrive at the very north of Scotland... only to turn around looking for a place where they won't throw eggs at us.