Oban is a small town on the west coast of Scotland. It's a 3.5 hour train ride from Glasgow. It has the Oban Whiskey Distillery.
My favorite part of traveling is picking something to eat on the train. After great hesitation we decided to try the prawn cocktail sandwich (also known as prawn mayonaise). It not as scary as we thought and kind of boring. My back up sandwich was Chicken and chorizo.
Marci working on her quilt.
The view from the train. Yeah, it's a fucking castle.
Our hotel is just across the street from the train station.
The ruins of Dunollie Castle castle.
Oban Distillery. We took a tour here. It was rad, but you can't take any photos.
Our hotel room. We have stayed in every kind of accommodation on this trip, and this is by the far the fanciest. We went from hotel/apartment with a kitchen in Leeds, to a nice Bed & Breakfast in Haworth, to a Student Hostel in Edinburgh, to a Baptist Christian Guest House (where we slept in a Church pretty much) in Glasgow, to this: seaside fancy hotel with a view that's not either an abandoned lot or an empty office building.
Instead we get fucking swans and shit.
We took a ferry and back to the island of Mull. It was off season so there wasn't any reason to get off the boat- everything's closed.
After Pirates of the Caribbean all boat rides are pretty anti-climatic for me.
It's that castle again.
Castle on the island of Mull. I would look up how to spell it but it's closed till April.
On the return trip the boat picked up some Americans and one of them decided to sing "Amazing Grace". Yeah, WTF.
We went to a big Tescos around the corner and got more of these. All their fruit is from Europe and South Africa. Marci picked up a giant Clementine from Spain. They have Valencia oranges from Valencia, Spain. The patented Valencia orange is actually a hybridization of other oranges, so I didn't know what kind of orange it was.
Walking up to McCaig's Tower.
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