Let’s face it: You probably can’t walk 154km without things getting monotonous every once in a while. For me, this happened on this leg of the trip. This is not the West Highland Way’s fault though. The landscape is absolutely beautiful here on this stretch, too. There were several factor’s, however, that made this leg of the trip slightly less enjoyable than the previous ones.
In this part of my West Highland Way travelogue, I encounter the legendary monster of Loch Tulla, am offered help from friendly Scottish walkers, find a luxury en-suite accommodation right next to the way, finally meet some Scottish natives of a different kind and have 2nd the best fish & chips on the planet.
Cannot trouble the walker’s mind.
In a spontaneous attack of inspiration this cheeky verse has come to my mind. Why? Both, behind and above the distant mountains above Rannoch Moor ahead of me dark rain clouds were hanging in the sky.
On this day I made the acquaintance of Scotland’s famed liquid sun, climb the highest point of the West Highland Way, peek into the entrance of the famous Glen Coe and go back to the beginning. Read on…