departing Inverness for Perth
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Blissfully, we woke on little more than two hours rest. Over the next couple of hours, we hung out in bed, relaxed, talked. At 8:30am, I made my departure back to the hostel where only my luggage had spent the night.
It was a magnificent cloudy Scottish morning and I loved life as I ambled again along the River Ness past the isles and returned to the Bazpackers. I took a shower, packed, and left a thank you message for the receptionist who had given me such great advice. With an hour remaining until the 10:40 train, I got a ham and cheese tostie and an egg roll (not the Chinese food kind) for breakfast at Charlie’s Café in front of Farraline Park. On a full stomach, I walked across to the library for free internet access and a quick e-mail check.
I then walked to the station and caught my train to Perth. The cars filled up fast, so I grabbed a seat in first class across a table from a Spanish couple. To our mutual astonishment, the ticket checker neglected to react for our three low class tickets and left us in our imperceptibly more comfortable, yet higher-priced seats. By 11:30, my eyelids had grown heavy. Two hours and ten minutes later, as the train slowed to a halt, I woke and asked my Spanish tablemates if we had reached Perth. They informed me, however, that Perth had come and gone a few stops earlier, so on to Edinburgh I went.