What I missed the most when living in London was mountains. Though I visited several English towns and cities, I saw mostly rolling hills. The mild slopes are so representative of the Brits. You can't tell what kind of ups and downs they have gone through from the surface.
We were accompanied by a very outgoing round tour guide Victor. He hardly ceased talking after we got on the coach bus. I believed he shared whatever he knew with us, including the history and geography of Scotland and also his personal perspectives on life and social events.
Victor was paired with a very cool driver Alex, who has a colorful tattoo on his right arm. On the trip, they two really did a good job entertaining the tourists.
No sooner had we got on the road than we feasted our eyes on such beautiful scenery.
The person that designed this tour is certainly very understanding because the first itinerary was having breakfast in Kilmahog.
Though we didn't stay in London to celebrate the Queen's diamond jubilee during that weekend, we felt the heat in the faraway countryside as well.
I looked up the itineraries of that day. After Googling the names of the destinations, I tried to match my photos with those I found online. Well, the problem is that the mountains and lakes are so alike that I can't tell them apart. So why don't we just enjoy the lovely highland photos?
I envied those who got time and energy to hike on the highlands. Our one-day-trip didn't suffice for us to experience the highland life!
The highlight of the day trip was Urquhart Castle, which sits next to Loch Ness. It was one of the largest strongholds of medieval Scotland. Nessie is said to have been sighted around here.
Since we didn't have the luck to encounter Nessie, I might as well draw one myself.
On a sunny day, even the ruins appear to be awesome.
Loch Ness is the second largest freshwater loch in Scotland, extending for about 37 km. It is known for Nessie.
After a wonderful trip, we headed home to Edinburgh. But the carriageway was closed because of a car accident the day before. Victor kept reiterating that there is another route, but it would take five hours. Instead of opting for that choice, Victor and Alex decided to wait, and maybe soon the road would be opened again.
At this time the tourists on the coach bus killed time in all sorts of ways. I was sketching the scenery outside the windows. Some got off the bus and took a stroll on the grassland across from the road disregarding Alex's protests.
I even drew a quick portrait of an Indian tourist Anil. It was obvious that some people found much to talk about. In fact, two hours are long enough to start a love affair. If we had waited longer, I could have written a novel...
In the end, to send a young man to Edinburgh bus station, Victor and Alex did their utmost. Well, I don't know other Scots, but compared with English people, they two are quite upbeat and responsible!