We had the opportunity to be good samaritans today, when a Belgian tourist found himself stranded in Tomintoul. He had planned to catch the bus to Ballindalloch, but that bus only ran on a Thursday. And today was a Wednesday. So when our taxi arrived, and it turned out to be a maxi taxi, our new Belgian friend jumped in with us. We left him in Ballindalloch, and carried on back to find Leo just where we'd left him in Craigellachie. The taxi driver warned us that it was a seven hour drive down to Kennacraig - or was it a several hour drive? Either way, we figured we needed to get on our way.
The drive was beautiful - painfully beautiful. Painful simply because we couldn't afford the time to stop, take photos, and appreciate the views. We did stop briefly in Fort William for lunch, and in Oban for fuel. And briefly in Bridgend to post a warning to the Welshes.
In the end we made it to Kennacraig in plenty of time for the ferry, so we had time to sit around and soak up the sunshine. We even sought refuge from the heat until a very unpleasant odour forced us out of the shadows.
Once on the ferry, we took in the sights - and the food. Just for the record, Irn Bru icecream is VERY Irn-Bru-ey. Didn't need any more sugar for the rest of the week after that.
When we arrived at our hotel for the night, we were greeted by Rory and Bonnie, the terriers with very waggly tails. Inside the hotel, we were greeted in a slightly unusual way by Sven from Sweden. He reassured us many times that the bus would not move, without clarifying our parking situation at all. It was an introduction to the hotel that was very hard to explain, but it did result in a laughing fit that lasted half an hour. The rooms themselves were also rather quaint - Team Buccas had a wonderful lime green bathroom, while Team O'Neill had nice blue lighting in their room.
We had a wee dram in the low-ceilinged bar, before retiring to our rooms with their unusual decor.