We stopped at different places along the long bus ride over to the only brigde to the Isle. Stopping at places like the Queens veiw and Culloden battle feild on the way over. After getting to the Isle and going over the only bridge built interestingly enough by the Bank of America, we park and entered into our hotel that was over looking the bridge and the fishing village across on the other bank. Even though we where just on the Isle of Skye just over the bridge it was clear that we were on the good side of the water way, made clear by the castle on our side.
After a long day of thraveling we were all hungry and Butler had worked it out that we would have dinner at the bar down the street. The bar its self was a very cool place, it had wooden carvings of a cow and a highland warrior in the front yard and inexpensive locally brewed beer. In my book thats all you need to have a really cool place of business. After dinner with a blanket of rain coming down my self and a pack of slightly brave (mostly dumb) people went to try to get over to the castle on a bluff over looking the small village. It turned out that you could only get to the ruins of the castle when it was low tide, of course we went at high tide and decided that the hill side would be navigable. We quickly learned that the hill wasn't really a hill it was just rock holding up wetlands on the other side, with water constantly flowing down into the sea. After tip toeing through the wet, very wet, wetlands we got to the castle and found out it belonged to a very interesting women named Saucy Mary, which of course made her castle very saucy aswell ( that was a joke, although in ruin there was nothing of the castle that was to be called "saucy" in any meaning of the word.)
During the next day we went to the Macdonald clan castle and gardens. The main castle was in ruins but it was still very cool and so were the gardens. We were there for several hours where we were able to walk through the trails of the gardens. While walking the trails alone I thought I was lost but lucky me I walked into an area that was full of the thing I was thinking of the whole time on the bus on the way over. While traveling the day before I saw a sheep dog herding a group of sheep and thought to my self "what would it be like to hunt sheep? They dont look that fast and they do look awfully sheepish." So long story short while hiking I walked trough a gate with trail markers on it and BAM sheep everywhere. After finding the ones with out the horns I started stalking them (aka walking low to the ground trying not to make noise). Then I found out that sheep are very athletic and can run in mud much better then my self, who had many problems with balance. After tracking my pray unseccessfully I looked at my watch thinking I would be late to get to the tour buses for are next stop to a mountian for a nice mid day hike. So like any person who was previously hunting sheep with their bare hands would do when they think their late, I ran through the empty mud covered trails arriving at the buses sweaty and out of breath while smelling like sheep. Needless to say I was about 15 minutes early and the tour gauides thought me very strange.
Half of the tour group went to the hike up the mountian and the other half went of a bus tour of the Isle. The bus tour sounded nice but I did not want to sit down on a bus of more then half of my waking hours. On our way to the mountian we stopped to get lunch matterials from a market in a village and brought our bounty of lunch stuff on our hike and consumed it on a steep side of the mountian. It was a cool day, cold and quite awesome.
That night we eat at the same bar walked back over to Saucy Marys castle while it was low tide this time. I along with accouple other males of my group of pals from my program did some stand up comedy/ movie quotes and gymnastics there before leaving as the sun disapeared. For the rest of the night we listened to the live band in the bar that we had dinner in and enjoyed the local brews.
The next day we were on our way back and stopped at the Fairy River thats sight includes a old stone foot brigde and which people who viste must submerge their heads under the cold mountian water for 8 seconds for every last beauty and so on and so forth. After sealing my beauty with flipping cold cold refreshing waters we traveled over to Loch Ness were we spent some time and money on lunch and staring with out an end to the dark waters. I saw no monster, was I disapointed? Not really, the market there had good bread, baked goods always a good thing. Our last stop was a gas station of the side of the road which was a temperary home for I guess you might call the a "biker gang" except they were all riding sport bikes and were mostly over weight and untreatening looking. We had some ice cream and exploided a bottle of deit Coke for entertainment value. Then back on the road to Edinburgh. The ride swiftly turned from a ride through the counrty side to a song requesting sing along session, of which yours truely was loud vocals, not lead, but loud. Then back to the student dorms for the walk back to are different flats.
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