Port-Town

Trip Start May 14, 2012
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Monday, June 25, 2012

Oban's a neat little town. We drive through the hills and it suddenly crops up without warning - the bay opens and the pictaresque stone houses crouch so tight to the shore you'd think they were parched wanderers from afar.
 
We take a few quick pictures from the car before stopping to jaunt down the boardwalk. My dad seems to be on a bit of a mission - he saw a boat from the rental and he wants to view it up close. It's a medium sized vessel that looks like it means business - the crew's laundry hangs from whatever's available and there's a girl on the prow tightening different ropes and pulleys. My dad walks up to her and she says they take people up the coast for trips ranging around a week or two depending on the customer and the weather. I glimpse bunks, cards and pipes through a porthole in the top. Badass.
 
My dad's other mission involves the loo. We're a little scandalized about how he has to pay thirty pence to access the toilets but, hey, parking's free so who cares? I take advantage of the moment to walk around and take more pictures of the harbour, the boat and various flotsam in the area. It's a neat little nook and I'm glad we're stopping here, even if only for a moment. The reality that young people still spontaneously jump onto ship crews is logged away in my head for potential future use.
 
When he emerges we launch into our rental and speed through the narrow roads back into the hills, bound for more west-coast driving up to Fort William.



(NOTE: Pictures to come) 
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