Bloody Beauvais airport. It wasn’t my first encounter with this airport and again, all Asian passports were rounded up and taken from us for the Immigration officers to do a background check. Well, at least I assume. No idea what they were doing with our passports (and some other Japanese and Korean families’ as well). The rationale for the move does seem to be borderline racist and it does feel very frustrating.

The typical view on the Scottish highway. So awesome.

And hey presto! Good things come in pairs right? The Ryanair flight to Glasgow was delayed by 90 minutes. What good luck. The funny thing is, we still manage to reach on time in Glasgow. I guess they might have factored these ‘delays’ into the flight timing. We were able to catch the penultimate bus to Glencoe before darkness sets in. And luckily so, considering the road to the hostel looks like this:

It would had been hell without daylight!

The village of Glencoe is as rural as it gets and dinner was becoming a concern. We happen to chance upon a restaurant that was packed to the brim. We’ve got our trusty fish and chips takeaway and ate it as we hiked to the hostel. Hardcore indeed. Hardcore huge portion too. I had barely finished after eating and walking for a good 20minutes in the woods.

We met up with Keith and Davina, the good hosteliers of Glencoe Independent Hostel were great fun to chat up with. Davina did point out that there are plenty of walkabouts to go around the area. It ranges from the ‘easy peasy’ Three Sisters Gorge (her words! not mine) to the 5-boot rated Aonach Eagon that was just around the corner (read: very far - in city dweller’s terms). Something about doing a 5-boot walk and a local telling you that is challenging makes me very exited and want to do it even more. But the sky had turned dark.