Skye, Day Two

With my ferry not due to depart until 7pm Wednesday evening, I had all day to cover the 60kms from Portree to Uig on the Isle of Skye. This afforded me the chance to purchase a gift and card for my nephew’s upcoming first birthday. Finding a cafe, I sat down to write the card. No sooner had I done so that I was in conversation with John and Denise, a couple from Oakville, Ontario. They were spending four weeks hiking through Ireland and Scotland. A very pleasant couple, we chatted about hiking/cycling in Scotland, our equipment–turns out we both use the same MSR tent–and our future travels. When they asked about Wales, I was sure to impress upon them how perfect a place it was for hikers, climbers and cyclist alike and that they really should make the trip one day. After they left for their day of hiking, I finished the card and coffee, put the package in the mail and was on the bike by about 11:30am.

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Arriving in Uig a couple of hours before the ferry was due to leave, I ate a mediocre meal at the pier’s diner, drank a couple cups of coffee and basically, waited for the time to pass. Finally making my way to the line of cars waiting to board, I met Dave; a motorcyclist from Inverness who was on his way to visit an old friend. Finding a seat on the ferry and an other cup of coffee, we chatted about cycling[both pro, amateur and doping], sports hooliganism[both football and hockey] and the importance of living life[not simply waiting for it to happen]. Once docked, we exchanged mobile numbers then he rode to meet his friends and I rode to find somewhere to stay. Once found, I was soon asleep, looking forward to the next few days I’d spend exploring the Western Isles of the Outer Hebrides.