Friday, 20.07.2018 My days on Orkney were numbered, the North and West coast of Scotland were calling. The goal for the day was Lochinver, a nice disctance for the day with a few pretty spots to stop over. But like always time was in short supply and making it worse the weather didn’t play its part. Most of the time
Check Skara Brae, so onwards to other sights. First of all the two distilleries nearby, meaning in Kirkwall. Highland Park lies still atop the hill when entering Kirkwall, with a beautiful view over the city. Scapa in comparison lies outside the city proper on the plains in a district called, well, Scapa. As different as the location, so is the
Day 7 – The Orkneys Wednesday, 18.07.2018 The Orkneys or Orkads have been my long time travel wish. Try getting a bit further north every time is one reason, another is the hope of less tourists compared to the rest of northern Scotland. And of course Skara Brea. Never heard of it? Look to WIkipedia. From my B&B south of
Tuesday, 17.07.2018 Today I wanted to explore a somewhat bigger region again. But not before paying a visit to the nearby distillery. So first I went to Clynelish (pronounced klain-lisch, not klinellisch if I understood correctly), a rather unknown Dingle Malt brand. The simple reason for that is that this brand is part of the biggest conglomerate of Whisky distilleries
Monday, 16.07.2018 Not surprisingly the roughly 2000km of the last few days took their toll. That’s why I decided, after a delicious Scottish breakfast to stay in and catch up on sleep a bit. A bit turned into four hours and half the day was gone. That wasn’t acceptable. The plan for the day was anyway drive less, walk more.
Somehow it got a bit later at the camping site before I had packed my things and headed out for the next stage of my trip. I was dreading the weather already while packing my tent and watching the skies. From the direction of the Cairngorms the first deep grey rain clouds came rolling my way. And it was exactly
Saturday, 14.07.2018 Arrived! Newcastle turned out to be quite a nice harbour after all. I think I arrived here before, but that was so long ago I can’t remember anymore. North of the Forth of Tyne sits an old cathedral or castle, which looks nice on the stretch of land. All around some old lighthouses and sea-beacons. But Newcastle was
Surprisingly the first real Travel day wasn’t as bad as I feared. We disembarked at around 7am swedish time and after that I headed straight southward. Well, in Stockholm I wanted to be a know-it-all and overruled the GPS, bat that was fixed quickly. Sweden was its usual boooring self, and while I recognized some landmarks here and there, I
I’m finally on the road! The first leg took me from my workplace in Ruoholahti, Helsinki to the Viking Line terminal in Turku. Easy, about 2 hours give or take, and then waiting for the ferry to Stockholm. But my back, butt and shoulders were already hurting after such a short trip. So I actually tried to go to sleep