Skye's the Limit

It's not too often one gets to write a blog in another country. So here's my two cents. I've been having a wonderful time cycling around Scotland, except for the uphills (which are quite numerous) when it gets really bloody frustrating (which is often). So apart from the usual uphill-downhill cycle I feel we all are accustomed with, all's fine and well here in the land of incomprehensible accent, countless sheep and ever-changing weather. Really, in Finland you can tell in the morning what's in store for the day weather-wise; here you can't tell what's in store for the next minute. Scotch mist, as I've heard to say, will wet an Englishman in a minute. And piss off a Finnish dude in seconds.

It really is wonderful here. I'll be off eating a dinner we prepared here at the MacBackpackers' Hostel in the Isle of Skye. I read a bumber sticker which said "Skye's the limit". I almost might agree just now.