Saturday, 28 March 2009
On the Road: The Highlands once more
Friday, 27 March 2009
Spring Vacation
28th March - 31st March: In the Highlands with family
1st April - 9th April: London with family
10th April - 12th April: Paris
13th April - 16th April: Nice
16th April - 19th April: London with Stephanie!!!!
19th April - 22th April: Edinburgh
22th April - 24th April: Madrid
24th April - 27th April: Barcelona
27th April: Back again to Edinburgh for exams
Thursday, 26 March 2009
When the fun Really begins
My suitcase is open and ready to be packed.
I drop off my hostel keys by Saturday.
My parents arrived in Edinburgh yesterday (yay!)
And there are 9 weeks of holidays till the end of term (with 3 exams in between).
O.M.G Let the fun begin.
Wednesday, 25 March 2009
When Irish eyes are smiling: Dublin (230309 - 240309)
Dublin! What can I say?
It has it's lovely spots here and there as all destinations surely do if you look hard enough, but in general I was not impressed. Stone me for saying this, but as a short 2-day tourist destination, I seriously think Singapore would be more interesting.
Let's get the bad stuff out of the way so I don't dwell on it excessively and unnecessarily for the rest of the post. The weather was wintery in the thick of March. The city is horribly expensive (Normal cheese-and-ham sandwich for 4 euros. Minimum). There are some pretty buildings here and there, but the whole does not surpass its parts in general - unless you have an undying passion for bullet-ridden building facades. After oo-ing and aah-ing over the Millenium and Tyne Bridge in Newcastle, seeing the Liffey river and the ha'penny bridge was quite underwhelming. The main thoroughfare in Dublin, O'Connell Street, is nothing compared to its equivalents in Edinburgh, although I have to say the Millenium Spire was quite cool and worth a good long gape.
Sadly, the Dubliners whom I encountered on the streets were none too helpful, and were prone to push and shove, and ignore our questions regarding road directions. City-living perhaps; everyone looked like they were in a rush. Though thankfully the people who did matter, including the customs officer and tour guide, were friendly to the fault.
In terms of night-life, I suppose we picked a bad day going on a Monday/Tuesday but I did expect more people out and about after sunset, instead of the sparse crowds we encountered.
Now the good stuff. If you do go to Dublin, here's what I'd recommend you do, Jeanne-style!
1. Irish Dancing Night, Arlington Hotel
I'm told by Felyna that the act isn't as professional as the original River Dance, but it should make an entertaining, half-hour slice of Irish culture :) Gotta give it up to the dancers - 30 solid minutes of feet-stomping, prancing, leaping and twirling! And all seemingly done without a sweat.
2. Chester Beatty Library, Dublin Castle
Entry into the Castle itself is 3.50 euros (student rate) - it's more of a stately house than a castle, and a very exquisitely funished one at that. However, the real gem within the grounds is the Chester Beatty library, named after a prolific (prolifically rich as well) book and manuscript collector who amassed an astounding amount of material. This collection includes the largest set of Qurans outside of the Middle East, fragments of the Pauline letters, and beautiful scrolls depicting scenes from Murasaki Shikibu's Tale of Genji.
Chester Beatty's amazing collection is housed within the Library, and is on display for free - I might add this is rare in Dublin where you pay through your nose for most things. This cultural treasure trove is definitely worth a look.
3. Beauty Spots: Trinity College campus and St Patrick's Cathedral
I want to be a student at Trinity after viewing the campus! You enter the gates, into a seriously gorgeous oasis of calm right smack in the middle of town. There are neatly manicured lawns dotted with the most beautiful selection of trees ever and elegant buildings including the pretty structure you see in the picture above, built specially to give the campus 'a touch of class.' As if it didn't already have enough!
Sadly the lawns are off-limits to everyone and you could be thrown out by security if you're found on it. So beautiful. So inaccessible. But it makes a good photo-op. And sometimes that's all that matters...in a sad, ironic way.
Another really pretty place is St Patrick's Cathedral. Specifically the gardens outside of St Pat's which are exquisite especially since the flowers are now in bloom.
Didn't manage to go into the Cathedral because of limited time, but I imagine it would be fairly nice as well!
4. Pub Grub: Beef and Guinness Stew
Trust me that after a cold, wet day, nothing beats sitting down to a pipping hot bowl of stew; and this Irish beef stew which I had in the Temple Bar area was absolutely amazing and homely. They don't skimp on the beef, which is incidentally very tender and juicy. Mmm. Treat yourself a little for a meal like this - so worth it.
Looking happy!
So in all, I'm glad I went to Ireland, and that I can say I've been to Ireland (and again, sometimes that's all that matters in a sad-ironic way). Nevertheless, I won't go back again and I wouldn't recommend it in gushing tones. If you have a choice, come to Edinburgh.
Sunday, 22 March 2009
Back to the Rice Bowl
Edinburgh doesn't have a Chinatown (not that I'm aware of), so I headed off for the next best thing - Kampong Ah Lee on Nicholson Street.
I swear for the past 4 weeks, this place has been calling out to me, with its bright red facde, and the newspaper clippings plastered proudly across the store front. The reviews did seem pretty promising, however sue me for saying this, but I'm dubious whenever I hear Western food writers who have never lived in the region praising Malaysian/Singaporean food as 'authentic.' Perhaps I'm a snob that way.
But in any case, my conversion started the minute I entered the humble premises of Kampong Ah Lee. Some surefire signs you're in good company? The clientale is Asian, the music is Jay Chou and the decoration is kitschy miniature Petronas Twin Towers. A bonus if general atmosphere is homely and unpretentious - loud talking, people using fingers to eat chicken wings etc.
The menu is quite extensive covering a whole gamut of dishes, including the usual suspects like Nasi Lemak, Laksa and Hor Fan. However, here I must express some regret that they also had Singaporean noodles on the menu. What on earth are these mysterious Singaporean noodles?? I saw them everywhere in New York's Chinatown but have yet to figure out what they are. Apparently some exotic concoction involving bee hoon, curry and other random spices, which can be found everywhere else except Singapore.
Price-wise, all dishes are about 6 pounds upward. It's definitely not cheap compared to their equivalents back home, but that's life abroad I suppose.
Because I had a craving for salted fish, I placed my order for the pork and salted fish rice dish with a young-ish Chinese waiter who spoke with a delightful Scottish accent, and then switched to Cantonese when behind the counter with his mother.
Sadly I didn't take a picture of the food because I was so hungry that I just tucked in the moment it arrived steaming hot on the table. However, for 5.80pounds you get a massive mound of Thai rice which is slightly disproportionate to the amount of meat and veg you get. But I'm not complaining - I finished practically all of it. In addition to pork and salted fish, the meal for some reason, was also accompanied by chicken and beef slices. The entire thing was garnished with sliced onions and green peppers, and rounded off with a generous topping of gravy.
It was in a word, shiok. I suppose it is hard to go wrong with pork, salted fish and rice, but in any case I enjoyed it. It wasn't fantastic but it was good enough to satisfy my craving for Asian food. The pork even had those fatty bits which are just mmmmmmmmmmmm....
Go when you get hit by that insatiable craving of good ol' home-cooked food! Throw in a bubble-tea as well for instance gratification.
The Weekly Round-up
Food and Bev: £10.75
Passport photos: £4
Laundry token: £1
Postage: £1.47
Total: £17.22
Trip to Newcastle (21st March 2009)
Return trainfare: £16.80
Angel Bus (return): £3.20
Busker donation: £1
Lunch: £0.79
Total: £21.79
Saturday, 21 March 2009
Newcastle: MY Top Pick of the Week!
And so Newcastle it was!
Newcastle is just 1.5hrs away from Edinburgh, and you can get single tickets for as low as £5.60. I packed up chocolates and a very pixellated and low-resolution map which I had found online, and went to catch the 7.30am train out of Waverly station.
As the train approached Newcastle, I spied rows upon rows of uninspired looking maroon houses all with the same ugly chimeney fixture. My heart sank, and I thought 'Oh God, I've arrived in the heartlands of the Industrial Revolution.'
But thankfully, in this case, my first impressions were almost immediately squashed. Gone are the greasy shipyards and grimy factories belching smoke - the once declining industrial town has undergone a cultural renaissance, and Newcastle has emerged feverishly H.I.P.!
Newcastle has a little bit of everything. Grainger Town, the historic heart of Newcastle, is full of regal old-world buildings. It also houses Grey Street, which was apparently voted by Radio Four listeners as their favourite street in England.
It's certainly very elegant, flanked on either side by stately looking architecture, leading up a gentle curve to the imposing Grey Monument, commemorating Charles Grey, the second Earl Grey - yes, the tea is named after him!
Crowds gathered at the base of Grey Monument listening to a guy with pink hair championing a Socialist Revolution
And once you've had your taste of old-world charm, go soak up the breezy, ultra-stylish vibe that positively throbs through the Quayside. It's an amazing place!
I cannot stress it enough, Newcastle makes a fantastic citybreak within the UK. Perhaps The Times wasn't too off the mark when it described Newcastle as the 'New Capital of Britain.' It's got everything I imagine a topclass city would have. Here were some of the highlights of my day:
1. Zipping through the Bridges along the Quayside
My absolute favourite part of the day. You must go to the Quayside and stroll along the banks of the River Tyne. Check out the public art on either side of the River; best of all, stand and admire the renowned bridges which dot the River Tyne.
There's the Tyne Bridge:
And of course, the quintessential symbol of the new Newcastle...the Gateshead Millenium Bridge!
It's supposed to look like a giant eyelid apparently. An interesting piece of architecture to marvel at! Walk along the bridge to get excellent views of the city and the River Tyne.
2. Walking around Grainger Town: Grey Street, and the Grey Monument
Mentioned above already. It was the street I used to orientate myself when in Newcastle. The tourist information point also lies somewhere off Grey Street, through this lovely Central Arcade:
If only shopping centers were all this beautiful!
3. Art Venues
There's no doubt about it - Newcastle's cultural scene is exploding. There are a vast array of art galleries, most of which are FREE which is excellent. When at the Quayside, I sampled the BALTIC Gallery which houses a rotating collection of modern art, and popped into the Sage Gatehead - a premier venue for musical performances.
The Sage Gateshead complex
Check out the Sage even if you aren't attending a concert there. It's an intriguing structure, characterized by curves, glass and stainless steel. The interior is as impressive as the outside, with a large concourse offering a good view of the River Tyne. It's not a conventionally pretty building, but I think in this day and age, structures with the ability to surprise, shock and provoke discourse/thought are way more interesting that those which simply look "nice." Art should not provoke a bland, monolithic response - it should challenge!
(I like the Scottish Parliament building for the same reason, even though it's been decried by some as a blight on the landscape haha.)
Make the BALTIC gallery a must-see on your trip to Newcastle. Even if you can't appreciate modern art, head up to the 5th floor viewing gallery of this converted flour mill to get excellent views of the Quayside. The exhibits constantly rotate, so you'll always be in for a surprise when you visit. When I went, there was a themed exhibition about 'Conflict and Peace.' Very interesting pieces there, which included several cinematic works. I also really liked the gallery's eco-friendly policies - they encourage you to return exhibit brochures and leaflets to the counter, where they are then reissued to new visitors to save on paper. The ecowarrior in me approves wholeheartedly!
4. The Angel of the North
The Angel of the North stands, a faceless sentinel over the adjacent freeway, silently overlooking the scores of vehicles which trickle into the nearby Gateshead.
You have to head about 20 minutes out of the Newcastle City center to see this, but I really recommend it. Not for nothing is the Angel of the North deemed one of the 'Icons' of England. Its an immense piece of public art/sculpture with an inherent 'wow' factor due to its sheer size.
The width of the Angel's wings make it wider than the Statue of Liberty is tall. Truly impressive. Worth the detour and 3.20pound return bus fare!
5. Away from the Maddening Crowd
If the shopping crowds along Northumberland Street start to make you edgy, skip on down to Blackfriars, a literal oasis of calm in the middle of the city.
It's not really a park or garden, but a little courtyard bound by the walls of an old monastic building. It's a really tranquil spot if you want to escape from the hubbub of the city. Even the neighbourhood it's situated in is remarkably peaceful.
This is just a sampling of what Newcastle has to offer - there's really quite a bit you could do and see, and practically all the attractions are free! It's an amazing city...it tired me out, but all the same, I really loved it!
Verdict: Newcastle sizzles. And not just for Newcastle UFC fans. You really must go if you can, especially if you're keen on culture and the arts. Go, go, go!
Friday, 20 March 2009
At the Post-office
"It's the worst the pound's ever been," said the lady who grimly slid 60 euros toward me.
I feel guilty about saying this, but I pick a good time to come to the UK on exchange.
Weather Update
Weather in the past 3 days has been wonderful. It is finally sunny, and the BBC is finally reporting more consistent double-digit temperatures (in celsius).
One final testament to the change in seasons: people have ventured out into public parks simply to lie on the grass and soak up the sun.
Yay!
Tuesday, 17 March 2009
The Bi-weekly Roundup
Food and Bev: £19.34
Phone top-up card: £10
Recreation and entertainment
Clubbing at Lulu's: £8
The Stand entry: £4
Total: £41.34
Trip to York
Train fare: £24.10
York Minster entry: £7
Food and Bev: £7.36
Total: £38.46
Highlands Trip
Car and gas: £75 (pending...)
Attractions: £20.68
Food and Bev: £7.60
Total: £103.28
Sunday, 15 March 2009
Daytrip in York!
Remnants of the old Roman walls encircle cobble-stone streets, as fleets of cars whiz by. Somewhere, the sounds of a riotous street percussion performance blend with the mournful toll of York Minster's mid-day bells. Endless rows of breezy fashion outlets line the cramped medieval lanes, punctuated occassionally by quaint, old-world tea rooms.
Welcome to York, where the past and present collapse into each other in charming fashion!
York is a 2.5 hour train ride away from Edinburgh. It's a small city - the streets invariably lead back to each other and you get the distinct sense of deja vu after about an hour's worth of walking/ sight-seeing. However its thankfully not a small and sleepy city like Dunfermline, which would have been very maddening. I went on a Saturday when the streets were positively thronging with people. The place has a good vibe to it - it's bustling, but at the same time, it's not stressful. The roads in the city centre have restricted vehicle access so everyone just mills around the roads in a care-free fashion.
I loved the sounds of the city. When I was there, I was treated to a loud outdoor performance in an open square, as revellers bounded by in a snaking congo line. Then I escaped the madness momentarily by ducking into a nearby church which offered almost unearthly quiet and sanctuary. You'll see lots of old churches in York.
So some highlights!
1. Ditch the Map
The mark of any self-respecting tourist destination: good signage. And if York is anything, it is touristy. This can be good and bad. Well, on the good side, these little sign posts are everywhere in the city - you can't turn around a corner without having your destination flagged prominently for you. It helps also that the city's fairly compact and easy to navigate.
So if you're up for it, leave those maps at home. You can wander around the side streets comfortably lost, and emerge on a main trunk road fairly sure you'll be pointed somewhere familiar.
Alternatively, when you've stepped off your train, head straight to the visitor centre which is within the station itself, and pick up your free mini guide and map of the city!
2. York Minster
Some say this is the raison d'etre to visit York. The largest Gothic cathedral in Northern Europe, I have to say York Minster really holds its own against its illustrous counterparts in Italy.
View of York Minster from the front
An on-going service inside the Minster
The entire complex consists of the Minster itself, the Undercroft and the Tower. You can purchase a variety of entry tickets depending on which combination of attractions you want to visit. I chose the 'Minster Plus' which allowed access into both the Minster and the Undercroft. My advice - skip the Undercroft unless you really want to see a random collection of Roman artefacts. It's not that exciting. If you're up for it, choose the Minster and the Tower combination - although note, you have to climb about 200 over steps to reach the top of the Tower!
The Minster itself however, is gorgeous. The stained glass windows are first-class - all 128 of them. Unfortunately the famous Great East Window is currently under restoration. You can, however, see a full-size graphic of the window hanging over its original location. Whilst its a poor replacement, it gives you a sense of the window's immense scale and breath-taking detail - fitting, given how it is after all, the largest expanse of medieval stained glass in the world.
A tip - bring along binoculars to take a closer look at the stained glass. There are rather hilarious irregularities. The Virgin Mary as depicted on the Five Sisters Window, supposedly has a beard! Possibly a restorationist or cleaner accidently damaged a panel, and decided to replace Mary's face with a man's hoping no one would notice! Similarly, a medallion on the roof depicts Mary feeding the infant Jesus with a milk bottle! The early Victorians who cleaned up the Minster felt the original image of the breast-feeding Virgin was scandalous and decided to make it more palatable. Hence the inclusion of the rather amusing bottle.
The Five sisters window, which was completed in 1260.
3. York for nothing
If you're planning to visit all the major attractions in York, be prepared to spend. Not much is cheap. I think Edinburgh's amazing collection of free museums and galleries made me rather adverse to paying a 7 pound admission fee for similar institutions in York. Nevertheless, there are things you can do in York for absolute nothing!
I highly recommend going to the Museum Gardens, which is a lovely patch of green just five or ten minutes away from York Minster. Here, you can feed the pigeons and watch ducks waddle contently along the slow, placid banks of the River Ouse.
On site, you can also see some artistic ruins, including Saint Leonard's Hospital - once the largest and most important medieval hospital in Northern England. All that's left of it are the crumbling remains of the chapel, and the crypt. There's also the Multangular tower which forms part of the famed city walls.
The best part of the Gardens for me however was glimpsing Saint Mary's Abbey, one of the most influential Benedictine abbeys in Northern England during the 11th-century. Like the hospital, it lies in ruins but particularly pretty ruins I must say!
I adore the pointed arches and the honey-coloured facade. And I love how it just seems to rise organically in the middle of, well, nowhere. Definitely worth a look-see.
While on the subject of parks and gardens, something else I'd recommend is walking along the nearby River Ouse - if only because I like water!
If you're up for paying a little more, hire a YorkBoat and take an evening cruise up the Ouse. I'm sure it'll be delightful :)
And finally, my last suggestion for York on a shoestring: Definitely definitely definitely do a walk around the city walls. These are seriously ancient walls dating back to the Roman era - possibly the best preserved stretch in England. Just run your hands across them and feel the history wash over you. Peer through the cross-shaped archer's slits which now look out at modern roads and red-bricked residences, and have a quick poke around the 'bars' - the main gatehouses which restricted entry into the city. You could do the entire perimeter of the city just by walking around these walls, and it doesn't cost a thing.
4. Walk the Streets, Splurge at Betty's
Check out the winding medieval streets of York, including The Shambles, which was actually mentioned in the Domesday book. It's a fairly short street, with overhanging timber roofs that lean so close together, they're just barely an arm's length apart.
There are plenty of shops along this side of town, including the invariable touristy ones which push souvenirs. Just a little further, at St Helen's square, lies one of the biggest tourist draws - the venerable Betty's Cafe.
The queue outside Betty's. It continues outside the frame.
Store front of Betty's. Who can resist?
I ignored the online review which bemoaned Betty's as "death's waiting room," compared to the livelier pubs down the stretch. I'm in York damnit - I want the quintessential English experience of sipping tea off dainty saucers, in a cosy tea room! Nevermind if that's the favourite past-time of over-60s. Unfortunately, the queue outside Betty's was far longer than I was willing to wait. So I skipped down to the nearby Stonegate, to patronize it's sister establishment...Little Betty's.
You'll enter a small little shop on the first floor which sells a delectable assortment of chocolates, cakes and biscuits, in addition to a wide range of teas. It's fun just browsing even if you're not intending to head up to the cafe on the second floor.
There was a short queue for Little Betty's but thankfully of a more reasonable length than the one of St Helen's square. Was ushered by a waitress to a little round table in the corner, and shown the rather pricey menu. Having already had my lunch, I just ordered a pot of Ceylon Blue Sapphire tea and a Lemon and Lime Sponge cake. Voila voila.
Ever given pretend tea-parties when you were young? Relive those childhood fantasies for real here. The set-up is utterly quaint and cute! Betty's is the place which makes you sit up a little straighter and take dainty sips out of your tea cup. You almost have to resist the urge to say in a posh British accent if you'd like "one lump or two." The tea, by the way, was pretty good and came with a whole little saucer of honey, and an extra pot of hot water for refills - great if you can drink like a camel. The sponge, whilst small (and hence expensive) was lovely, with an excellent zesty tinge.
It's an old-world establishment - an image which it strives quite consciously to maintain I suppose. The place is popular as I've already hinted - this also means that the staff are busy and rather frazzled-looking. You do get the feeling sometimes of being rushed a little through the experience - though to their credit, the staff are generally friendly and welcoming. But oh well, who said you could have everything.
Go if you're willing to spend and wait a little. But I think you should go. It wouldn't be a trip to York without some good tea with honey, even if it is completely predictable and old-fashioned. But who cares haha.
Alright, I've exhausted my blogging session for the day. I would end this post on a bit more polished note but I do need to run. So apologies for the abruptness but see you world!
Friday, 13 March 2009
Pre-departure
G'night world!
Wednesday, 11 March 2009
The Highlands (Day 3)
Behold our first view of Urquhart Castle and the Loch Ness at 9.15am on 8th March.
Horrible horrible weather. It was the first time I've experienced hail in Scotland. The castle looked like a very sad fortress in a giant churning vat of tar.
Because of the rather violent weather, we waited 10 minutes in the car for the visitor centre to open at 9.30am. After that short interval of 15 minutes, we emerged from our cars and revisited Urquhart castle and the Loch at the exact same photo point. And look how it had changed:
The hail had gratefully let up. Sunlight peeked out from behind the clouds and washed over Urquhart castle, which now stood prettily poised for that perfect postcard shot! And the Loch itself - if there really is a monster living beneath its depths, I understand why. It makes a beautiful home with its sparkling deep-blue waters which just seem to stretch out forever into the horizon.
We could've stayed longer in the carpark taking shots of Urquhart and the Loch from afar. But eventually we went into the visitor centre, paid our 6 pound fee which got us admission inside the castle itself.
This is a place designed specifically for tourists in mind, you can be sure of that. The gift shop is the first place you're led into. It is stocked with every imaginable thing including shocking pink Urquhart lollipops, picture books dedicated to Highland Cows and tapestries depicting fair maidens and chivalric knights. While inside the marvellously-stocked shop, we were led into a miniature theatrette where we enjoyed a polished 8-minute film, styled as a 'historical re-enactment' of the Castle's checkered past. At the end of the film, the screen rolled up slowly in the still-darkened theatrette. This was followed by what must be the most predictable move ever designed for impact: the curtains behind the screen dramatically pulled themselves apart with flourish revealing...Urquhart Castle itself in the distance!
It's really quite tacky and groan-inducing, but I must say the castle did look quite splendid from inside the theatrette, basking rather smugly in the sun.
The management of the Castle must have some formidable 'weather' button to ensure tourists get the best possible views of Urquhart when those curtains part. Because just as we entered the castle itself to poke around, the glorious sun vanished and was replaced by slushy snow and howling gusts of winds. What a drastic turnaround! Spent a wet, teeth-chattering one hour walking around the castle grounds before being beaten back into the gift shop. And just 5 minutes after we entered the warmth of the adjoining cafeteria, the sun came out again just as a new wave of tourists filtered out from the theatrette. Coincidence? I think not!
Anyway, back to Urquhart Castle itself. Perhaps the term castle is a misnomer. It should really be called Urquhart ruins because the original castle was more or less blown up by its own inhabitants several centuries back - a useful nugget of information from the 8 minute film!
The ruins themselves are about as exciting as ruins can get I suppose. There are spots signposted as former chambers or chapels which are literally just foundational stones, which gaze up vacuously into the sky because there's no longer any ceiling. You can get some nice views of the Loch up-and-close by climbing up this former gate tower in Urquhart (at least I think it was a tower), but the castle/ruins itself is nothing that big to shout about. It's the kind of place you'd go to simply because its right on the banks of the Loch Ness, and signposted as an 'attraction' in its own right.
View of the Ness from the tower
After Urquhart, we headed up toward Inverness the capital of the highlands! It's a rather non-descript looking city and we more or less drove past it en route to the Cairngorms national park, our next would-be-attraction for the day. I say that because we once again experienced the temperamental power of Highland weather there. The park was blanketed in snow which continued to fall thick and fast. So much for the rich, green landscape featured in Martin's guidebook - we got a blinding white deal even on the cusp of Spring! I didn't take any pictures because i) we didn't want to leave the car except for a mad dash to the nearest cafe for hot chocolate and warm spiced wine and ii) there wasn't all that much to take pictures of anyway except for snow-capped ski mountains which I already had my fill of on the first day. A bit of a disappointment! But that's life for you.
So after a quick drive around the Cairngorms and getting our tyres stuck in the snow more than once, we made a hasty exit home-bound, with several stops and snow fights along the way. We stopped briefly in Perth along the way to look for dinner.
I mention Perth only to give a word of advice: never go there on a Sunday night. Or perhaps, never go to Perth at all. It was literally a ghost town when we went. The kind of street scene you expect after an army of zombies have invaded and infected everyone. Nothing was open at 5.30pm except Pizza Hut, and to cap it off, there were a couple of yobbish-looking people who extorted a grand total of 1 quid from one of us.
Given the slim pickings at Perth, we headed back to Edinburgh for our posh dinner. Found ourselves at the All Bar One on George Street, which proved much more satisfactory and happifying. It was so good to finally get some warm food!
Thus we ended our Highlands trip over a hearty meal and a bottle of white wine. Cheers to us for making it that far! I couldn't have asked for a better road trip (except for the weather I guess).
Monday, 9 March 2009
The Highlands (Day 2)
On the flipside, the weather is horribly erratic. The guidebooks weren't lying when they said Skye is the place you can experience all four seasons in just one day. We encountered an extremely disappointing start to the second day of our highlands trip, as Skye greeted us with lashing winds and torrential rainfall. However, the sun miraculously came out by mid-day and dispelled the clouds. The pervasive mist parted and we were treated to some of the most stunning scenery ever.
1. The Quiraing
A series of rock slips, containing rather bizarre land formations - welcome to The Quiraing. We had originally wanted to hike around this area, however, the rain and the wind kind of ruined this for us. Nevertheless, we managed to drive uphill - I'm not exactly sure where though. We got out of the car braving some of the scariest winds I have ever encountered in Scotland and clambered to the edge of the plateau we were on to get a sight of what lay below us.
You'd think that photography offers a straight-forward snapshot of life, but it really doesn't (well maybe just my camera). The frustrating thing is that it can never fully capture reality, but only proffer a hazy suggestion of what it is - quite literally here, as the pictures are quite foggy.
But in any case, that's my point - only a suggestion or glimmer of reality. And I suppose the same thing applies for language and art. There are natural limits to expression and representation, and I find that even more salient now as I try to describe the scene from The Quiraing. Someone jokingly remarked that it reminded her of The Land before Time. A humourous comparison certainly, but true on so many levels. It was an almost primordial, transcendental landscape we'd chanced upon. Save for the wind and the rain, there was also a remarkable and yawning quiet in the air which seemed to just go on for miles and miles. It seemed like nothing could have dared interrupted it. The scene was majestic and just utterly grand. There are no other words for it.
2. Faerie Glen
Faerie Glen lies somewhere off the village of Uig. If The Quiraing is commanding and almost regal, then Faerie Glen is its absolutely charming and dare I say, cute sibling. The rain had stopped by the time we reached the Glen, so we took the opportunity to stretch our legs and go for a little hike up the numerous, conical hills which dot the Glen landscape. The Glen offered a pretty easy walk - it wasn't as flat as the online guides claimed, but it was certainly manageable and very enjoyable. This is coming from someone who usually does not like hiking and most physical activity! But I was literally hopping from place to place in Faery Glen, and scrambling to get over the next hill...and the next...and the next...
Good times. Slipped quite a bit in the mud, and ended up with a sore arm the next morning (while breaking my fall). But for this, I'd say worth 10 slips in the mud and torn jeans - which incidentally, one in our party suffered. Again I stress with some hints of regret: come to Scotland with good, sturdy shoes, and then pray for dry weather.
3.The Old Man of Storr
From Faerie Glen, we doubled back to Staffin and headed down toward the direction of Portree to catch a glimpse of this famous rock pinnacle. Something worth mentioning along the way was the beautiful Staffin Bay. I hadn't expected it to look so lovely but it did. Sadly didn't get my camera out on time, and it was obscured by roadside trees in a matter of seconds, but definitely an image that will stay with me for some time.
A picture of The Storr, a series of rocky hills, as taken from inside the car. The Old man of Storr is the sharp-ish looking outcrop on the extreme right of the picture!
We parked and walked through a forest path to get to the base of the Storr. The forest was really pretty. It is exactly the kind of forest you'd imagine an Enid Blyton story would be set in. Perhaps I ought to thank the rain, because it left the forest with a very enchanting and misty quality; I almost expected wood nymphs to pop up someplace!
For the hiking-averse, you'll be pleased to know that the Storr forest is extremely user-friendly. The path is broad and very clearly defined. It's also pretty flat, and easy to walk. Once you exit the forest however, its an ascending path all the way up to the Old Man of Storr, with several loose rocks littering the way. Again, sturdy shoes are paramount.
Vertigo hit me halfway up the climb, so I stopped and took a rest while the others went up. Enjoyed really really nice views of the forest and rocky path down below, and the sea just beyond. Like the scene at the Quiraing, it was shot through with an almost unnatural stillness and calm. The sun was out by this time, so it was quite comfortable just sitting there enjoying the view.
Eventually descended. We packed back into the car and headed off for our accommodation in Broadford.
Technically the end of our 'day,' however I must make special mention of the Broadford Youth Hostel - IT WAS A MARVELOUS EXPERIENCE. There was WARM water, a spacious and clean kitchen, a reception which was open up till 10.30pm, a comfy lounge with squashy arm chairs and clean beds with no lumps. And the thing I was most impressed by was the DOUBLE CURTAIN PARTITIONING in the shower stalls! That means our clothes and bath towel were protected and kept dry while we showered! Also, even though we were not there long enough to enjoy it, the hostel was set just by the coast with nice views of the sea. I highly recommend this place to anyone stopping by the Trotternish peninsula in the Isle of Skye. Do not underestimate the difference of a good and comfortable hostel with regular heating!