Wow, it's amazing how cut off I felt after 4 days of no internet. I feel like some sort of junkie. I need my FIX!

Anyway, much has been going on. I went from the Isle of Lewis (all wet and a huge peat bog) to the Isle of Harris where is was wet and WINDY. Needless to say, I wasn't diggin the Outer Hebrides. On a good note, I did meet some interesting people. There was Helen and Geoff, the English triathletes who had just come back from 5 days of sailing with their friends. We had a game of Scrabble that humbled me. They made this nifty concoction of unsweetened semolina pudding that had chunks of peach in it. Very good!

The following day, I decided to visit St. Clement's Church in Rodel. I was the only person on the bus so I chatted away with the driver. When we got to the church, he said it it was locked, the key was under the rock. Um, ok.

I walk up to the church, it's locked, and there is said rock. I look under and there is one of those massive old school keys that must have been 3 inches long. I go in, and its very creepy and dark. I shoot some photos and then meet the bus driver back. He and now the other local (toothless Esther) suggest I take a walk along the water from beach to beach. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but then that EVIL wind kicked up and I wanted to shoot myself.

With that, I decided no more Outer Hebrides. I'm going to what I know, Skye.