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No asses were left behind. Luckily, since I knew I was not going to sleep on our 6 hour drive to Uig, Scotland, I scored front seat in our van with Al, aka: the Ghost of Glasgow. What a privilege;) to be in charge of the walkie talkie and reading all the directions on his Garmen: Jill whose words were too small for him to read. Front seat did get me the best view of the scenery and a first rate roller-coaster ride. Although we were rushing at each stop to get to our check in for the ferry, we ended up being about 15 minutes late. Even though we booked our vehicles and had paid for the ferry our spot was lost and we did not make it on through standby. Everyone was just lost, sad, and disappointed, especially since one of the ladies working said they were booked through Monday (basically our entire trip to the isle.) That was the most stressed and frustrated I have ever seen Al and Don....who needs reality television when you are watching a real life crisis unfold right in front of you. Long story short, an hour or so later Al and Don come out of the station and tell us the plan: we get on the next ferry 3 hours from now to a different island and drive to another landing where a man agreed to take us without our vans or luggage on his small boat to the remote village where our bunkhouse is located. So we got to explore some and eat some delicious crab mac and cheese! The ferry ride was nice, I napped. The island we were dropped on has single lane roads which were fine despite our frequent run-ins with sheep. The kicker, we get to the landing and there is a small fishing boat waiting for us...by far the most beautiful mistake ever made. The ride was amazing as the sun was setting, and the fellows helping us out spoke the most brilliant Gaelic. Our boat ride actually brought us closer to our bunkhouse than the ferry would have, so it ended up being only a short walk. After making a late dinner of spaghetti and meatballs (I was the meatball crafter:) we supped on some whiskey, climbed into our bunk-beds, and called in a night.
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Dad Rachel Glad to hear you are having an exciting adventure. Did you see Nessie? May I presume that you will come home with a Gaelic accent. Riding shotgun-yup-yup-yup. Keep the po-Mo going and roll with the punches. Don't run in the dark on uneven ground with scissors, hagges, bagpipes or the like. Dad