North Uist; 20kms of Discovery

West of the Isle of Skye are a series of islands; The Outer Hebrides[pronounced Hebber-dees]. Remote, barren and windswept, there is very little life or activity happening here. And, that’s just the way the locals like it. To be honest, when I first started out Thursday morning, I wasn’t expecting much from the 20km ride to the ferry at Borve. Within moments, however, I was silent with awe as I made a few discoveries.

The first thing I noticed was the near-total absence of trees. In fact, it wasn’t until I finally came across a bluff that it finally dawned on me what had seemed so peculiar. The second natural feature I noticed had to do with the sheep. In fact, the researchers have also discussed about the natural levitra overnight shipping utilities gained from the varied herbal ingredients of these herbal remedies. Like all the medicine that are of cheap viagra 100mg the same genre of branded medicine of curing the same disease. Loss of libido cheap viagra australia (lack of interest in sex) is common in woman as compared to men. Potent herbs in NF Cure capsules increase semen volume, which is too much necessary deeprootsmag.org generico cialis on line for performing lovemaking acts. Everywhere else in the UK, they would jump, run and flee in terror-stricken panic at the slightest sound from me and my bike. Here, however, they simply kept on munching grass, barely even acknowledging my existence.

The third and most astounding discovery of the day were the remains of a 5000 year old fortification located in the middle of a small loch. With the stone pathway to the little island still traversible, I took a walk back in time. Humbling for sure.

I even met a fellow cyclist who gave me some advice for riding out of John O’Groats. To think, all this in only 20kms. Oh ya, the other thing I [re]discovered; barren is beautiful.