We booked a boat trip to Lunga and Staffa isles near the Isle of Mull. In order to understand my state of mind, I need to tell you the following. I am still suffering from a combo of an aftermath of my surgeries a few months back and the trauma – as the doctors call it – of having the diagnostic. It results in chaos in my head, problems with memorizing stuff and inability to handle stress.
So, here I am at the ticket desk to collect the tickets and now you can understand the panic in my eyes when I got the explanation on what needed to be done to eventually get on the boat to the isles… It sounded like … “so, you take the Calmac… and then go straight on… be there! otherwise… and then ensure you go to… you need to be on time, or…. is it clear?”. Data overload.
Luckily my daughter was listening carefully though the Scottish accent made it difficult for her to grasp everything. My friend was outside on the phone handling a tricky home situation, so she was not able to assist. Actually, it was not as difficult looking back at it. “Park your car behind the ferry terminal. You will be early, so you can get in. Entry is at the taxi stand. Make sure to be at the boarding of the ferry 20 minutes before departure. Here are the tickets. When you arrive in Craignure, take the red bus West Coast Tours – like this picture. It will take 50 minutes to cross the isle of Mull and get to Tobermory. When you get off the bus, walk towards the boats. Look for Staffa Tours. You have 15 minutes, so no wandering around.”
So we did. On the ferry, three types of people: the tourists (mostly booked on the same boat trips), the locals and the workers commuting. Now I understand why there was such good food on the ferry, it was all part of the strategy to keep the workers happy and get them to the remote places. There were some very interesting individuals to take pictures of – especially some rough guys with ginger beards – but I was too shy to do so. I need to get my nerve back. I hate it to be more timid than I was before.
The Isle of Mull is really, really empty. I was listening into a conversation of some people in the bus. One was an American writer of children’s books, with the key characters originating from this island. And a French couple that was trying to get to a certain place on the isle without a car, as the places on the ferries were all sold out. I would say good luck and long walking. By the time we got to Tobermory, you see that everything is geared towards outdoor vacations, hiking, boats.
Once on the boat, the fun can begin. We leave behind a colorful Tobermory, a beautiful rainbow says good morning and the sea and sky behind us don’t seem to be able to agree if the sun will be strong enough to chase away the rain.
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