10 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, No Comments.

06/10 West Coast, Scotland

I looked down and saw the speck that was our car and I could almost make out Jim sitting there reading his book.  “You’re missing out”, I yelled.  I realize coming off one of these mountain I lost my wallet.  Backtracked but couldn’t find it.  Not much money and no credentials or credit cards inside, so that was a relief, but I did lose my address book.  So for all those that I promised I would write, please accept this as my apology.

We tried to end each evening at a local pub, in front of a pint or two of beer waiting for it to close. When it did close we’d drive out into the darkness and attempt to find what appeared to be a secluded place to park and sleep.  These pub ventures all have one common thread, nobody recognizes you.  This fact branches in one of two directions, either there are eyes questioning who has trespassed and why, deciding whether this is good or bad, or one of curiosity.  The curious were interested in discovering who and why.  Sometimes these types of curiosities blossom into interesting conversations.  At the end of each night it’s always the same.  If we roll down the windows too many bugs find their way inside, there was never enough leg room to get comfortable and either Jim or myself, or both, kept the other awake snoring.  When we woke each morning every window would be fogged and as luck had it, well in most cases, we weren’t as secluded as we believed under in the darkness of night.