Day Eight

Well, it was time to leave the luxury of the Edinburgh Residence and catch the 7:04 train to Glasgow, then on to Oban on the west Coast. The ride takes you through the mountains with breathtaking views of streams and waterfalls, the occasional castle ruin and the fields are literally filled with Rhododendron in full bloom and the odd bunch of wild Floxglove for extra colour. It’s everything you could imagine the Scottish countryside should be.

Transfer in Glasgow went smoothly, but I was hoping to get a clearer look at Greenock, where the Millars and probably the McInnis family set sail to Canada. It’s a fairly large port, only glimpses across the bay possible, inbetween clumps of trees, and then suddenly it was foggy and the town almost disappeared.

Finding Oban is easy. The train doesn’t go any further and they kick you off at that point. In case you missed it, there are Gaelic signs to greet travelers to this popular tourist town and the place is bustling with visitors speaking so many languages, its hard to keep up.

After making arrangements for tomorrow, it was discovered that the Roseneath Guest House was up what can only be called a very steep hill. Dragging the suitcase up it, reminded me why it was such a wise decision to pack light. Oban has a main street and harbour, the rest of it is up that hill! Definitely worth the hike to see the view, complaining finished.

There is this “thing” on top of it all . McCaig’s Tower. A bit of a folly as the locals say. I decided it was best looked at from afar. Freaking thing would require mountain climbing equipment to get to!

So the relaxed agenda was to take a walk around to size up the place, check out a local pub, a quick but pleasant lunch/dinner. I should mention that Oban is famous for seafood – so much fresh fish and shellfish, a real treat. But there’s this other thing the town is known for and gosh, darn it if they don’t offer tours and free tastings… When in Rome they do say. ….


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