I had such a wonderful time on this trip that I cant wait to head back over and take another.
The Scottish Highlands are positively breathtaking and Roland knew exactly how and where to prove that to us. I could go into details about the rolling and craggy mountains that would be perfectly visible miles in the distance or the way low cloud cover increasingly obscured them, making them mysterious and enchanting, but Id rather just tell you about Rolands exploits at Loch Ness.
We stopped at a convenient little place where we could dip our toes in the shore of the Loch and while we were all standing water side and marveling at the incredible picturesque vista before us, Roland stripped off his shirt, threw it into the wind, and waded deep out into the Loch before diving below the surface.
Not knowing if this was standard tour business or something the locals routinely did, no one protested as our tour guide and bus driver disappeared below the clear, cold water. Though after two or three minutes, we began to worry that something had gone amiss or, god forbid, Nessie had in fact appeared and whisked him away.
But LO! See now the bubbles that rise to the top and grow in frequency. More and more turbulent the waters became before the long neck of what could only be compared to as a dinosaur neck sprouted from the surface, rising twenty feet in the air and turning to stare directly at us-with Roland perched atop her head. He tapped his foot once upon the beasts head and out of the water appeared a fin, that lazily waved at us, before the whole of the great beast turned, and swam back into the depths.