Relaxing weekend

I decided to take it easy the last two days because I don't want to get immune to all the incredible things I see. I want them to stay unique. In order to do just this, I came into Durness on the bus which met the postbus from Tongue. The scenery during the ride itself was well worth the £7.80, forget the fact that it got me to where I wanted to go. Mountains, lochs, and hairpin turns were the order of the day.

I kept pronouncing it DurNESS, but I noticed the locals would keep correcting me that it's DURness. Ok, ok. I get it.

Anyway, so when I got in, I checked into one of the nicer hostels I've stayed in, the Lazy Crofter Bunkhouse. It's all new, very clean, and there are comfy couches to lounge on while watching a bit of TV. I kept feeling compelled to either take photos or write something down, so it was time to do a little of neither.

I went for a leisurely walk down to the Smoo Caves, which are really worth a look see. They were formed by both the sea and inland fresh water. In order to see into the cave you have to take a short rubber boat with a tourguide named Colin.

Colin seemed very knowledgable about the caves but became distracted when he saw my tibetan scarf. He promptly asked me to have a pint with him and the Aussie girl who collected the £ at the cave later at the pub, which embarassed me in front of a group of loud elderly Germans. I said yes, but then decided against it later in the day.

Instead I decided to hang out and rest because my legs were VERY tired.

The next day I went for a walk and became decently lost in the hills and finally, after being bitten a good bit, made it back to the road. Whew. I thought I was going to get caught permanently in a bog.

The following day I woke up and decided to take a walk on down the beach again. This beach walk was very different because there was no one there. The first beach I visited had little naked kids running around and people wading in up to their knees. This beach was totally deserted. It felt slightly weird. I knew I had to be careful because there is an area along the coast that NATO uses for live missile target practice. I didn't want to get caught in Cape Wrath! I like my body in one piece thank you! Anyway, this beach had massive black volcanic rock sticking out of the yellow sands, with birds flying everywhere. The dramatic clouds in the background made for a very cool photo (or I hoping so).

It was a very revitalizing weekend.