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.
Scotland 🏴
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.
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.
An epic hike to the highest waterfall in the UK, mud up to our ears, views we didn't see, and a swim with a surprise… of midges. And all to sleep in an unremarkable port, but with an estuary.
We climbed a mountain with giant deer, met up again with Andalusian and Gibraltarian friends, drank until the midges... and ended the day in a secret, bug-free corner.
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.
Today we crossed a suspension bridge, saw a gorge and went up to a viewpoint with amazing views. All very epic... if it weren't for the fact that we did it without mud, without adventure, and from inside.
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 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 strolled among stone steps and mythical rocks in the rain; we got soaked, but we loved it. Then we saw cliffs, waterfalls... and even sheep doing yoga.
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?
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.