In Culloden, I found myself blessed again by kindness when I entered the King’s Coffee House. At the counter was gentlemen who looked as Scottish as one could possibly imagine. However, his accent quickly dispelled that assumption.

In Culloden, I found myself blessed again by kindness when I entered the King’s Coffee House. At the counter was gentlemen who looked as Scottish as one could possibly imagine. However, his accent quickly dispelled that assumption.
I thought about my initial response to Inverness, a city that I always associated with one of Shakespeare’s bloodiest plays, and I realized how unfair it had been.
I’ve met a lot of people from all over the world in just a few days at hostels, on trains and buses, and even in the middle of the woods. On the day I reached Tyvoan bothy, I met Gavin,…
After reaching the beautiful Lohan Uaine, I stopped at took some pictures. The green water shimmered beneath the gray rock and hovering mist. A number of other people were there as well taking pictures of the green loch. Then the sun began to break through, and the hills revealed themselves more and more.