Showing posts with label Glen Aray. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Glen Aray. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Getting here, take two (here being Oban, Argyll, Scotland)

Here's the white Japanese cherry tree at Inveraray. Not very well defined as a slight breeze decided to come and sway the branches. A very pleasant evening it was, though, mild and almost summery. On the bus went, after a short break, through the old town gate at Inveraray and up the beautiful, remote-feeling Glen Aray to Cladich by Loch Awe
The sun almost setting by Loch Awe near the Pass of Brander...
... and still only almost setting at Dunbeg...

As I said in the previous post, we reached Oban just before 9pm. A tourist disembarked from the bus, looking tired and disoriented. She wanted to know where the Royal Hotel was, and -- whayhaay! -- I was able to direct her, remembering that it was just around the corner from where the buses all stop by Oban harbour/train station. Made me feel a lot less like the incomer that I actually am.
Then I picked up my heavy backpack and my even heavier suitcase (it weighed 29,9 kilos!) and made my way across to the taxis. But it was going to be a while yet until I actually climbed into one, because I was distracted by this fantastic view:
Oban at dusk, May 8, 2008.
I was getting ready to clamber into the nearest taxi when a very pleasant young man approached me, asking whether I'd like him to take a photo of me. He complimented me on my vivaciousness and I simply blurted out that I had just arrived to stay. His young wife joined him and we had a lively chat. They were a Yorkshire lass and a Lancashire boy -- the War of the Roses transformed into a Bed of Roses, obviously -- now living not far from where some of my mother's relatives used to live. And the young man's name is identical to that of my middle brother's -- as one of my friends would say, that must prove there's a god... ;)
Anyway, Stefan took a photo of me and I reciprocated, of course:
Cheers, Della and Stefan! And thanks again for making my first night in Oban (as a "local", I mean) so very memorable. I really enjoyed that noisy hour at the oldest pub in town. Must remember to get a Swiss flag for their ceiling!

More soon, I hope!