Weeell, weeell, weeeell, due to Alan from Hertz being a total idiot, our trip started with a five hour delay: time we used for foodshopping and a good breakfast. At two in the afternoon we finally were on our way, enjoying the car that was somewhat bigger then the one we had booked. (so that was the good thing about Alan being an idiot.) We hit the road northwarts, passed the Firth Road Bridge, made our way to Loch Muick and reached the Bothy after nightfall, according to the tradition. The Bothy was already occupied, the nationalities present thus being French, German, Paraguayan, Brazilian, Israelian and one Scot (!!) whom we had met on our way there. After an haute cuisine meal (chicken roasted on the open fire, aluminium foil potatoes with mushrooms and soup in cups), we settled for a rather cold night, as we discovered all our sleeping bags were crap. In the morning, Raquel and Sietzke got up really early to catch the sunrise over Loch Muick (with my camera, as Rach had found out hers cannot swim, not even in the shallow creek by the Bothy); Tattie (as we've come to call Tatjana who doesn't really like to be a potatoe but the rest of us think it is so cuuute) and I decided to sleep in. Nonetheless, we left Loch Muick before ten and took the long way round the southern shore back to the car.
On our way from Aberdeenshire to Skye we had almost been killed in a carcrash as some idiot decided to pass us immidiately before a harsh bend in the road. A second after he had left our sight we heard a crash and when we came round the bend ourselves we saw his car lying on the roof. He was unhurt and crwaling out of the wreck that had been his car. Seconds earlier and he would have hit us. After checking wether he was alright I got back to our car, shaking first with shock and then with anger. I could have kicked him, the fucking bastard. There was no need to pass us in that spot (or indeed at all, I'm not likely to drive people behind me crazy by drivin to slow as you know) and he could have killed not only himself but also us, people on the street, people coming towards him or God knows whom, for there was no way for him to see what was behind the bend. Well, he won't be able to speed with that car anymore. Stupid asshole, serves him right!
After some deep breathing we continued north west and reached the Sligachan bunkhouse on Skye by nightfall.
End of Part One
2 comments:
dem himmel sei dank. watn arsch. kuss.
ja, ne. und der hat sich nich mal entbloeded sich selbst zu bemitleiden. "Ohhh, my life is just wasted away now..." Bloeder arsch, ich waer echt fast ausgerastet. Ich war heilfroh, dass der noch aus seinem Auto rauskrabbeln konnte, sonst haette ich den auch noch da rausziehen und wiederbeleben muessen, den und seine blutende Nase. Dummer Wichser.
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