My Memory ( Road to Scot's Land )

The journey to Loch Ness was a bit boring. As we departed from the Culledon Battlefield, mid-summer sunset approaching and it was quite hot. Most of the backpackers chose to sleep or do their own things, and Paul was a bit less talkative, probably thought it was too early to tell us the story on this legendary loch.As we were about to arrive, hallelujah! He started then with oldies soundtrack on board and told us what he has in mind about the loch, as well as Nessie. Then we were entertained by this short documentary video on this legendary Nessie.Paul recommended all of us to take the opportunity to swim there. ‘Come on guys! One day at least you can tell your children or even your grandchildren that you’ve swam here.’

He was right; I don’t even know when I will be back again there.As we took the short-trip, we didn’t have the chance to have the complete tour of the loch, but Paul brought us to the favourite spot or shore of the loch where we could have this spectacular view.Half of us went to swim there while three of us just lingered around and taking pictures.The sunset-light was perfect and showering the beautiful view of Loch Ness from the shore we parked.

Loch Ness was big and I could mistakenly assume we were at the sea-side, same like the breathtaking Windermere that we went for a cruise last Easter. I bought a postcard from this people who sort of been there for ages setting this small hut where they stay to keep eyes on the Loch, for sake of Nessie. In fact, the postcard that I bought was also a fund for their research on this legend.

It was almost 7 pm if I was not mistaken we left the shore. To wrap up, judging from this visit to tiny-shore of the loch, I would say, it was a privilege to be there, to breathe the air of the legendary loch. More or less, that time I felt we actually should’ve taken the longer-trip package as there would be the opportunity to visit the whole loch actually.We were then heading to Inverness, the small city along the river Ness for our next stop.

As it was late already, most of the shops were closed and Paul took us around the town before we arrived at our hostel.The hostel was good too, and even this good hostel guy gave us free towels, instead of we pay 20p to rent. The sunset was approaching its end to give the way for night, and we decided to take a walk and enjoy the last drop of light showering the small town after had our prayer. We stopped by this bridge that cross the river Ness and took tons of pictures. The sunset scenery from this bridge was awesome and we were sort of in our own world watching the moment night covering the land.

I guess the habit to watch this sunset thing we had since we arrived Edinburgh the day before.While enjoying our time there, suddenly an old chap with thick north-Scots accent stopped by and greeted us. Trust me, at first we a bit worried as this guy didn’t look OK and in fact, we thought he might felt weird to see Sharina, as it is rare to see Muslim ladies there. But don’t judge book by its cover at all, I tell you.This chap was a pleasure to chat with as the conversation went very well. Curiosity, probably what drove him to ask us about where were we from and he was like Paul, a Scots that full with love on his own land, sharing with us the beauty things about the Scotland, and his home-town, Inverness. It was a joy actually even the thick Scots accent sometimes bit hard to be understood.

It was quite dark as we ended our conversation on the bridge and he wished us farewell while we then headed for our dinner.We were starving and it turned out the Southern-Friend-Chicken guy there didn’t have any idea what ‘halal’ chicken was. We had to find fish and chips as Fahmi and Sharina didn’t want to go for veggie-McD things there and it was hell hard to find the fish and chips shop there.The only shop I guess, we found finally at the end of a block, at the edge of the small town, owned by this Chinese family who charged us 10p for small packet of ketchup. The fish wasn’t good and the chips, well fortunately we still able to eat the meal.After the not so good dinner, we went back to the hostel.

On the way, we met this group of men who just came out from a pub then mumbling at us that they could guess where were we from. ‘Malaysia, right?’ ‘We know it from your lady’s outfit…the scarf’. We smiled, but I did have this worry-thought too as if they were those drunken guy…but they weren’t actually. More or less they were like the friendly old-chap we met before. ‘Are you guys on holiday then? Have a good one!’ then they went and heading to somewherelse.It was quite a tiring day. Imagine almost 10 hours we were on road from Edinburgh – Dunkeld - Pitchlocry – Culloden – Inverness and tomorrow would be the road to the west.….

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