Day 2 of our super dooper tour
Trip Start
Apr 17, 2008
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Trip End
Oct 27, 2008
Skye, kerang, Tarbert, Leverburgh and probably heaps more, United Kingdom
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Next stop, isle of skye. In scotland they like to call things by different names to the rest of the world so here's a key so you can understand.
Loch - a lake, yep.
Isle - island
Glen - a valley
Kevin - a charming and handsome gentelman
Chris - Kevin and Glens brother
OK, now we sorted. We went to the isle of skye over a bridge which cost zillions of dollars because they spend millions on designing it and then the queen found out that her boat wouldn't fit under it so they had to spend millions designing it all over again. Then what happens is the Queen never goes there, never has and then retires her boat so it doesn't matter anyway. Damned English, always giving the scots a hard time.
Scotland is very cold and before TV they only had sex and stories to keep themselves entertained. SO for entertainment they would all go around to 1 families house and have sex. Most of the time thought they would tell stories, probably fuelled by whiskey. So there are all kinds of fairy tales of giants, and fairies and things, very fanciful. In the isle of skye lives a mountain called the Cuillin. It has all these teeth like ridges on it which was formed by two giants fighting each other and the swords hitting the mountains. One of the giants was from ireland and his name was Cuillin and the other was later to be his lover, her name was Skeeha or something and she was a local. The local employed Cuillin (he was a gun for hire) to get rid of Skeeha because she kept eating all the sheep and drinking barrels of whiskey and kicking cows to Australia. Anyway, they had this big battle and then fell in love and then Skeeha didn't go on sheep and whiskey binges any more, she just just made giant love with Cuillin and all was peaceful.
There is also a stream coming from Cuillin which is said to prolong your life if you bath in it ever day. They can safely say things like that because no one is stupid enough to do it, it freezing!!!!!! The water does taste delighful though and is used to make a very fine whiskey called Talisker.
We visited a place on Skye called the fairy Glen. It is another one of those mythical places and is very close to the people of skye. Its inhabitants include Brunies who are gnome like creatures, hundreds of years old who are very powerful. They can grant any wish you like, good or evil but your must trade with them. They don't value money but something very personal, something with meaining. It could be a piece of jewelry or a lock of hair, just something with sentiment. If they think your not trading fiarly though they will grant your wish but in a weird kind of way - so you have to be very careful. Brunies live in these hills called sheha's which seem to come out of nowhere. Fiaries also live in this place but they aren't as powerful as Brunies, and they can only grant wishes that will results in good things happening.
We also visited some mountains at the northern most point of skye which were very lovely. The wind was blowing at a mild million km/hr which was nice. anyway, good spot, you guys should all go.
To get to our next destination we had to catch a ferry, not a fairy but a ferry. The Ferry was non eventful and we landed on the isle of Harris which forms part of the Hebrides, the most uninhabited place in europe. Turns out they have some of the most beautiful beaches in the world there, really, not kidding, they are lovely. If the weather was better you could think you'd be in Thailand. Another thing they have is loads of sheep, something like 8 sheep for every person living there, and they just wonder around freely, no fences. Kids must get very bored there though because all of the sheep are spray painted with flouro colours (i suspect thought that farmers do this to figure out who's sheep are who's). There is also about 1 church for every 14 people on the island.... interesting. No one is aloud to do anything on a sunday. Parks and playgrounds are locked! People ring the police if they see their neighbours mowing the lawn, changing a light bulb or even cooking. Bugger that! No trees here either, viking cut them all down to make boats so they could sail to new lands to rape a pillage. Sometimes they would just rape, something they would pillage but most of the time they did both.
That night we stayed in a bunkhouse, tip top.
