First day in Scotland

Three flights. 20 hours in transit, plus an 8-hour time change, plus taxis and waiting for my room to be ready, meant I woke up at 3:00 am on Friday and am finally at rest in my hotel room in Inverness at 3:00 pm on Saturday. But there were no glitches, no tight connections, no lost luggage.

As I was landing at the Inverness airport, I felt the weight not only of all that travel but also of the meaning I have invested this trip with. I almost teared up. I am here. I am finally here. I first planned for this trip in 2020. But it is not that I’ve been dreaming of it for 4 years. It is that I’ve made it the symbol of my transition from one stage of life to another. From full-time employed person to… not that. The moment of transmutation, the worm hole to another dimension = the Scottish Highlands.

OK, OK. And now, photos.

There was a vintage car show on in the Inverness city center. A lot of them seemed like just crappy old cars to my untrained eye. These two were nice and shiny, though.

Tomorrow I meet my hiking group and head toward Loch Torridon.