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As a Postgrad in Edinburgh... - The Highlander, Pt. 2
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Introduction
Dublin International Airport
Upon Arrival...
What the heck is "matriculation"?
Smells, and how I recognize everybody
First Day of Classes... How lame is that subject?
Sundays in the Park with George... er, Jonmikel
Police-Mon
The Beach
Jonmikel's Birthday Day
Electric showers, high ceilings, and midgets
Sun Shinin' Down
A little bit of Spain
Religion, and how people use it
Da Vinci Code This
Rainbows
The UK Banking Nightmare
The Scottish Zoo Experience
American Baseball, or how the British conned us into buying canned hot dogs
El Barrio, like the ones in Cuba only... Not
Double Double Toil and Trouble
Remember, Remember the Fifth of November...
The Highlander, Pt. 1
The Highlander, Pt. 2
The Highlander, Pt. 3
A Weekend Stroll through the Suburbs
Bad Dog
Happy Thanksgiving!
Weather, wha?
Heat Wave
Snow in the Forecast?!?!?!
Isn't bowling for poor people?
Christmas Trees and Exams
Norway, Day 1: The Exodus
Norway, Day 2: Northbound
Norway, Day 3: Where did the sun go?
Norway, Day 4: Monday, Monday... you know, like the Momas and the Papas
Norway, Day 5: Tundra Exploration
Norway, Day 6: Return to the Land of Overpricing
Family Time
I'm on fire! No, really!
The Night 'Afore, or how to do the Monster Mash
Hogmanay, Edinburgh Style
SSSSSNNNNOOOWWWW!!!!
Disease, Illness, Sickness
Little Feet
The Water of Leith, or how pollution became uncool
In the Spirit of Burns' Night...
Islam and Science
Superbowl Sunday/Monday
Dunya Ensemble
On a Sunny Afternoon....
The Mythical White Stag
Amsterdam: City of Church-Approved Sin
Birthday in Amsterdam... no other way to go
Anne Frank and a Day at the Sauna
The Future's All Yours, You Lousy Bicycles
Iraqi Airspace?!?!
Dipping a Toe in the Persian Gulf
Doin' the Tourist Thing
Dubai, Interrupted
Conferences, How Fun
Living it up
Farewell, Middle East
Americans vs. The Scots
Rugby, Scottish-style
Weird Thing #2
St. Patty's Day, Scottish-style
Baseball, International Style
Odd British Things
Waterless
Water Update...
Nuns from 10,000 BC
Chinese Scotland
Off to the Races!
A Concert 19 Years in the Making...
Weird British, take 4
Art Deco and H. sapiens
The Days are Getting Longer
Beer
License to Watch
Pancakes
Fire Fest?
Passport Services
Not Your Parents' Maypole Parade...
Ugh
Let the Sun Shine In
Goin' South
Life on Brighton Beach
Slip Slidin' Away
Scottish Weather
Strange British Thing, 5
Congrats to Friends
Midnight Showing: Indy!!!
Baseball and Beer
Weird British, #6
Bluegrass in Scotland
To Do as the Portuguese Do...
Relaxing on the beach
Another Relaxing Day on the Beach...
Sailin' 'Round the World... On a Boat...
Back Home We Go
Victoria Vox
Buffalo Girls, Won'tcha Come Out Tonight...
Scottish Wilderness?
Bus Driving Woes
Aberdeen, City of Oil Rigs
Conference Life
Aberdeen, the freezing beach town
Goodbye Mini-Vacation
Weird British Thing #7
Above the Law (Stolen from JM)
Back in the USSR... er, USA
Home Again...
Beef Stew Returns!
Where the Buffalo Roam...
Edinburgh Two-Step
Thistles
Moving On
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The Highlander, Pt. 2
9/11/2007
Let's begin by saying that by the second day, Jonmikel was a pro at driving on the wrong side of the road. you could barely tell he wasn't British. ;-)
Today was a nice relaxed day. As all days should be while vacationing in the country. We began with a hearty breakfast of good Highland eggs and toast with REAL butter (I Know! I can hear all you American gasping at the novelty of real butter). Then we hopped into our car and began our drive into the mountains. We wanted to hit a couple of hikes and a castle ruin today, but first we stopped to gawk at the almost comical-looking Highland cattle. These cows and bulls (they all had longhorn style horn horns, except the babies, so it was hard to tell male from female) were covered in a thick layer of shaggy and sometimes dred-like hair. Long, stringy, moppy. Very cool. You could barely see their eyes from the outside of the fur, and I wondered if they could really see me from underneath it. Totally wild, and I wondered the whole time if you can breed Highland cattle with normal domestic cattle? I would think that if you can somehow breed American bison and domestic cattle, surely these could do the same... And then I wondered what that would look like.
When finally a big (bull?) with rather large intimidating horns gave a look indicating that he now found our presence annoying (I think? after all, he was wearig a mop on his head), we jumped back into the car and drove on our way. The plan was to drive out toward Aviemore via a backroad, which would take us right past the old Ruthven Barracks. So we stopped for a tourist break there, as well. We were able to walk and climb around the old structure, exploring the military quarters, the stables, and even the officer's latrines (rather not as unpleasant as it sounds, I hope). It was cool to think that at some point, this was a very imposing and very modern structure surrounded by wild countryside, fully of Bonnie Prince Charlie's band of wiley outlaws. This place represented 18th century law in all its glory.
After this stop, we took a liesurely country drive, avoiding all crazy cars in the process. We stopped at a small county park, called the Inshriach Forest, near Loch Insh. This small park included many miles of footpaths around the Uath Lochen (small lakes), beautiful bluff and craigs to be climbed and explored, and even some interesting marshlands. It's no wonder these areas inspired people to write novels like The Lord of the Rings series... I myself felt I could see the dead, blank faces of elves staring at me from under the water in the swampy area (see the scenes in the fire swamps from Return of the King). It was easy to imagine bandits and highwaymen and wizards and elves and knights all using this secluded area for their own purposes. Except for the screaming children, which showed up at the last part of our journey around the Lochen, and thankfully did not follow us up the craigs. The highest bluff we climbed was called Creag Far-leitire; it wasn't particularly tall (having lived at well over 5000 ft for a year makes everything in Scotland a "low land"), it did offer fantastic views of the very fallish countryside. Again, the colors were magnificent, and though it wasn't particularlly clear (is it ever in Scotland?), we could see a ways into the distance.
After a few hours wandering this park, we hit the road again, this time ending up at Rothiemurchus, an old estate within Cairngorms National Park, privately owned and operated but providing many ammenities. Skiing seemed popular in the area, though it is not yet skiing season. I wanted to see a castle, so Jonmikel dutifully drove to Loch an Eilein, a lake with the ruins of a small castle on an island right in the middle of it. Unfortunately, it gets dark around these parts between 4 and 4:30, so our daylight was running out and we couldn't walk all the way around the loch. We did get to see the castle and explore the surrounding forests, however, which looked old and tired. Some of the forests (especially in Inshriach Forest) were so dense that it was total darkness inside them. The top soil all around this area seems very thin, and in many places roots are exposed, and many sinkholes have been formed from impromtu rock quarries. But waking around, seeing the remains of old bridges in rivers and old buildings in the ground, you really feel the history of the place.
The light finally gave out on us, and we had to head home, but not before picking up a roast chicken for a late dinner and some mulled wine. I am a huge fan of mulled wine, and many stores around here are preparing for the holiday season (Christmas and New Years here, as opposed to Thanksgiving and Christmas back in the States). Jonmikel was not as huge a fan of it as I am, but I shall make some more anyway, closer to Christmastime. We got back to our cabin and watched some wonderfully British television while while playing various board games left in the cottage by our friendly proprietors.
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