Yar!
I was leaving Glasgow, which was quite depressing city. Its the money capital of Scotland, or so Ive heard, but also the capital of stabbings in whole Europe. Didnt see one, didnt wanna see one. One thing, that caught my eye, was the number of drunk people wondering around the city, no matter what the time was. I later on heard that infact, the unemployment rate is very high in Glasgow. Also heard that the clubbing scene is huge in Glasgow, but as you might now, Im not a big fan of clubs. Thats enough about Glasgow.
So, Im at the Glasgow bus station and I have my timetable (paper) with me. I start to look at the departures, and there no such bus to Oban, that I had planned to use. It started to feel a little dejavuish (incident in Helsinki...read earlier posts). I had already learnt the most valuable lesson in traveling, ask, ask and ask once more. So I go to the infodesk and ask about my bus. "masmspdlarmaeg'ariohma" Excuse me? "masdgoiurtmsdfsmarg" All I understood was "nine o clock". Ok. I wait an half an hour, since my original plan was to leave with the 8.30 bus. Then the 9.00 busses start to appear on the screen...once again, no bus to Oban. I go to the infodesk again. The lady I was talking before, was occupied...thank god, i thought. Boy, was I wrong. I didnt understand a word the second lady was talking. All I heard, and understood, was "bus914" and the gesture, she made with her finger. No, she didnt flip me, although both of the ladys seemed to be assraped in the morning, because they werent on their best moods. Ok, I go to the bus, and as the driver, if this is the right bus to Oban. "Nooo, this dont go there. But maybe you can change the bus on Tyndrum, although I dont now when the bus to Oban is gonna be there" *Pheeeewwwww* Sometimes things are just complicated. Btw, Sara from Italy, thanks again, it was nice talking to you! And if I go to Italy later on, I shall visit the places you recommended.
Eventually I did get to Oban
Oban is this little town in the western coast of Scottish Highlands. The scenery was awesome! Little harbour, ferry, fishing boats, seagulls. Once again, starts the search for accommodation. After visiting tourist info, I walked to this Hostel, but the office wasnt gonna open until in 3 hours. There were these two ladys, and I asked them if they now how much is it gonna cost, and if theres vacancy. "Yeah, theres plenty of room" they replied. And they said they were staff. Ok, excellent. I go on my way, get something to eat and so on. Then I get back to the Hostel, but I was still early. The office opens finally, and I try to check in. No vacancy??!! wtf...apparently the two girls, were cleaning women, and didnt have a clue about the big group, that was gonna settle in there... Oh man...well, thats what traveling sometimes is. And no problemo, the lady at the office was a bit ashamed, and called to another hostel, if theres room, and voila, it was even 2£ cheaper ;)
The best thing about this hostel was, that there was a pub downstairs. These UK guys btw really like rally. Ari Vatanen is still a huge hero here, Toivonen, Mikkola...and so on. After talking about rally, I met this Australian couple, and soberness was of the table that night. Oh man, the amounts of Jack&Coke that they drank.. Why do they spoil a decent Coke with Jack Daniels...yeah, they drink it a lot here. The Australian guy said, that hes gonna have the Loch Ness monster in their room at the morning, and yeah, the lady did remind it a bit in the morning, when my path crossed with them ;)
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| Oban harbour |
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| Oban Harbour |
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| Whos that dude? |
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| yes, its a stone.jpg |
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| Oban |
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| Oban |
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