'The Return Home' and other things.
It’s the final day in
I enter the kitchen and am congratulated by some fellow hostellers for the climb. I’m mostly unconscious of conversation… but I’m not day-dreaming when the beautiful all-alone’n’far-from-home nubile twenty-somethin’ Japanese girl I’d (possibly) prayed for on day one breezes past me, outta the kitchen, outta the front door of the hostel with her friend and a backpack on her slender shoulders and outta my life. God dammit! Why couldn’t you have been here two days ago?!! “Somebody gimme a strong coffee!”.
As it turns out… thankfully not. On closer inspection it turns out to be a very sweet and considerately penned ‘thank you & goodbye’ note from Jean, my Skye companion whom I’ve not seen since apologising to her at breakfast yesterday for the hostel’s late night drunk’n’rowdy session. Neither will I see her again. [her kind and inspiring words conclude this Blog].
Once again Jean has saved me from shallow and fruitless considerations of attractive fellow back-packers.
On this final day me and the boys are all fairly worn out from the preceding days activities. I stumble to the nearest super-market and buy a brand new bottle of Captain Morgan’s Spiced Rum for Jerry the hostel manager in thanks for his hospitality and in recognition of the fact that we completely cleared him out of booze the other night!
Today is much more relaxed.
As your eyes (if you’re still reading this?) will be almost as tired from reading now as my legs were from climbing during this trip I will keep things brief Reader and let some photos do the majority of what remains to be said of my wonderful trip to the Highlands. In brief the gang and I quickly visit the Ben Nevis Whiskey Distillery but miss the morning tour of the facilities so sample some whiskey in the shop and then go on to catch a cable car up on to the far side of the Ben Nevis Range (not actually up Ben Nevis itself). This affords some more stunning views (at approx 2,300 feet) on what is a beautiful day, including in the distance the rather more menacing and dark, craggy north face of ‘The Ben’. Quite a Jeckyll and Hyde of a mountain!
The majority of the boys are too wiped out to even crawl a few yards let alone anything suggestive of more effort on their part so all excepting me and Gurps head straight back down in the cable car, everyone agreeing to meetup later on in 
Other things in
And more wonderful sights were seen,
But that my friends is another story,
Instead I leave you with words to me from Jean :
I’m off - my rucksack all the heavier for the memories of our sharings on the trip to Skye! […] Wishes for loads of good things in your life to come, that trip… “Adventure is simply physical + emotional discomfort recollected in tranquillity.
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