Asphalt turning into gravel, becoming rock and back.

Asphalt turning into gravel, becoming rock and back.

Asphalt turning into gravel, becoming rock and back.

Asphalt turning into gravel, becoming rock and back.

Asphalt turning into gravel, becoming rock and back.

      We thought the set out route was doable for us. "Yes." The farmer said. "The route will stay a gravelroad like this, it will become a bit thighter after some miles. You'll see your Falls of Tarf halfway that road, great spot to camp." Indeed, the gravelroad continued, untill it didn't. No way we could ride this. This is how biking became hiking.

      We thought the set out route was doable for us. "Yes." The farmer said. "The route will stay a gravelroad like this, it will become a bit thighter after some miles. You'll see your Falls of Tarf halfway that road, great spot to camp." Indeed, the gravelroad continued, untill it didn't. No way we could ride this. This is how biking became hiking.

      We thought the set out route was doable for us. "Yes." The farmer said. "The route will stay a gravelroad like this, it will become a bit thighter after some miles. You'll see your Falls of Tarf halfway that road, great spot to camp." Indeed, the gravelroad continued, untill it didn't. No way we could ride this. This is how biking became hiking.

      We thought the set out route was doable for us. "Yes." The farmer said. "The route will stay a gravelroad like this, it will become a bit thighter after some miles. You'll see your Falls of Tarf halfway that road, great spot to camp." Indeed, the gravelroad continued, untill it didn't. No way we could ride this. This is how biking became hiking.

      We thought the set out route was doable for us. "Yes." The farmer said. "The route will stay a gravelroad like this, it will become a bit thighter after some miles. You'll see your Falls of Tarf halfway that road, great spot to camp." Indeed, the gravelroad continued, untill it didn't. No way we could ride this. This is how biking became hiking.

“ Left at Cathrie, the road is closed because of a damaged bridge, but you’ll get there. Pass Killiecrankie, up to Timontoul and you’re back on your route.”

“ Left at Cathrie, the road is closed because of a damaged bridge, but you’ll get there. Pass Killiecrankie, up to Timontoul and you’re back on your route.”

“ Left at Cathrie, the road is closed because of a damaged bridge, but you’ll get there. Pass Killiecrankie, up to Timontoul and you’re back on your route.”

“ Left at Cathrie, the road is closed because of a damaged bridge, but you’ll get there. Pass Killiecrankie, up to Timontoul and you’re back on your route.”

“ Left at Cathrie, the road is closed because of a damaged bridge, but you’ll get there. Pass Killiecrankie, up to Timontoul and you’re back on your route.”

— COFFEE LADY

— COFFEE LADY

— COFFEE LADY

— COFFEE LADY

— COFFEE LADY

      So after a great night near the Falls of Tarf, all by ourselves, we started walking alongside our bikes again. The views and serenity was very rewarding and kept us going. But as abruptly as the gravel road stopped the day before, it popped back up in front of us after a few hours. So we got our asses back on the saddles and started riding. This gravel road took us over little creeks, passing some ruins, all kinds of similar looking sheep and into a small town named Breamar.

      So after a great night near the Falls of Tarf, all by ourselves, we started walking alongside our bikes again. The views and serenity was very rewarding and kept us going. But as abruptly as the gravel road stopped the day before, it popped back up in front of us after a few hours. So we got our asses back on the saddles and started riding. This gravel road took us over little creeks, passing some ruins, all kinds of similar looking sheep and into a small town named Breamar.

      So after a great night near the Falls of Tarf, all by ourselves, we started walking alongside our bikes again. The views and serenity was very rewarding and kept us going. But as abruptly as the gravel road stopped the day before, it popped back up in front of us after a few hours. So we got our asses back on the saddles and started riding. This gravel road took us over little creeks, passing some ruins, all kinds of similar looking sheep and into a small town named Breamar.

      So after a great night near the Falls of Tarf, all by ourselves, we started walking alongside our bikes again. The views and serenity was very rewarding and kept us going. But as abruptly as the gravel road stopped the day before, it popped back up in front of us after a few hours. So we got our asses back on the saddles and started riding. This gravel road took us over little creeks, passing some ruins, all kinds of similar looking sheep and into a small town named Breamar.

      So after a great night near the Falls of Tarf, all by ourselves, we started walking alongside our bikes again. The views and serenity was very rewarding and kept us going. But as abruptly as the gravel road stopped the day before, it popped back up in front of us after a few hours. So we got our asses back on the saddles and started riding. This gravel road took us over little creeks, passing some ruins, all kinds of similar looking sheep and into a small town named Breamar.

IN AND OUT
FORT WILLIAM

IN AND OUT FORT WILLIAM

IN AND OUT
FORT WILLIAM

IN AND OUT
FORT WILLIAM

IN AND OUT
FORT WILLIAM

      The closed bridge was a gift, it gave us at least 30 kilometers of perfect asphalt and no traffic. Our overall experience with traffic was very good. The roads were wide, smooth and motorists took us into account. They even waved at us every now and then for support, which is awesome and makes cycling through Scotland a pleasure. We arrived in Fort William, that gave us a chance to eat, drink, refuel and restock. We noticed by the amount of B&B’s with “No Vacancies” that it was a Scottish Bank Holiday. In fuelled spirits we continued onto the A28, the only way South. Soon we became aware that this A28 could become the busiest road of our entire trip. I noticed a bike path on the right hand side of the road, alongside the main road. So I looked around me, took in the traffic and I steered towards the other side when the oncoming traffic had passed. The driver behind us interpreted this maneuver differently, he rolled open his window and just before I reached the path I heard this Scot shouting distinctively: “For fuck sake son. You’re on the wrong side of the roooaaad!!!” 

      The closed bridge was a gift, it gave us at least 30 kilometers of perfect asphalt and no traffic. Our overall experience with traffic was very good. The roads were wide, smooth and motorists took us into account. They even waved at us every now and then for support, which is awesome and makes cycling through Scotland a pleasure. We arrived in Fort William, that gave us a chance to eat, drink, refuel and restock. We noticed by the amount of B&B’s with “No Vacancies” that it was a Scottish Bank Holiday. In fuelled spirits we continued onto the A28, the only way South. Soon we became aware that this A28 could become the busiest road of our entire trip. I noticed a bike path on the right hand side of the road, alongside the main road. So I looked around me, took in the traffic and I steered towards the other side when the oncoming traffic had passed. The driver behind us interpreted this maneuver differently, he rolled open his window and just before I reached the path I heard this Scot shouting distinctively: “For fuck sake son. You’re on the wrong side of the roooaaad!!!” 

      The closed bridge was a gift, it gave us at least 30 kilometers of perfect asphalt and no traffic. Our overall experience with traffic was very good. The roads were wide, smooth and motorists took us into account. They even waved at us every now and then for support, which is awesome and makes cycling through Scotland a pleasure. We arrived in Fort William, that gave us a chance to eat, drink, refuel and restock. We noticed by the amount of B&B’s with “No Vacancies” that it was a Scottish Bank Holiday. In fuelled spirits we continued onto the A28, the only way South. Soon we became aware that this A28 could become the busiest road of our entire trip. I noticed a bike path on the right hand side of the road, alongside the main road. So I looked around me, took in the traffic and I steered towards the other side when the oncoming traffic had passed. The driver behind us interpreted this maneuver differently, he rolled open his window and just before I reached the path I heard this Scot shouting distinctively: “For fuck sake son. You’re on the wrong side of the roooaaad!!!” 

      The closed bridge was a gift, it gave us at least 30 kilometers of perfect asphalt and no traffic. Our overall experience with traffic was very good. The roads were wide, smooth and motorists took us into account. They even waved at us every now and then for support, which is awesome and makes cycling through Scotland a pleasure. We arrived in Fort William, that gave us a chance to eat, drink, refuel and restock. We noticed by the amount of B&B’s with “No Vacancies” that it was a Scottish Bank Holiday. In fuelled spirits we continued onto the A28, the only way South. Soon we became aware that this A28 could become the busiest road of our entire trip. I noticed a bike path on the right hand side of the road, alongside the main road. So I looked around me, took in the traffic and I steered towards the other side when the oncoming traffic had passed. The driver behind us interpreted this maneuver differently, he rolled open his window and just before I reached the path I heard this Scot shouting distinctively: “For fuck sake son. You’re on the wrong side of the roooaaad!!!” 

      The closed bridge was a gift, it gave us at least 30 kilometers of perfect asphalt and no traffic. Our overall experience with traffic was very good. The roads were wide, smooth and motorists took us into account. They even waved at us every now and then for support, which is awesome and makes cycling through Scotland a pleasure. We arrived in Fort William, that gave us a chance to eat, drink, refuel and restock. We noticed by the amount of B&B’s with “No Vacancies” that it was a Scottish Bank Holiday. In fuelled spirits we continued onto the A28, the only way South. Soon we became aware that this A28 could become the busiest road of our entire trip. I noticed a bike path on the right hand side of the road, alongside the main road. So I looked around me, took in the traffic and I steered towards the other side when the oncoming traffic had passed. The driver behind us interpreted this maneuver differently, he rolled open his window and just before I reached the path I heard this Scot shouting distinctively: “For fuck sake son. You’re on the wrong side of the roooaaad!!!” 

      This was by far the best quote from our adventure, definitely due to the fact that after every stop we made, we actually started cycling on the wrong side of the road. So yes, that happened. But what also happened was that the bike path ended after several kilometers and we were forced to move back onto that busy road, on which the max speed had become 100 km/h, and busses and trucks had found their way. This one lane was our only way out.

      This was by far the best quote from our adventure, definitely due to the fact that after every stop we made, we actually started cycling on the wrong side of the road. So yes, that happened. But what also happened was that the bike path ended after several kilometers and we were forced to move back onto that busy road, on which the max speed had become 100 km/h, and busses and trucks had found their way. This one lane was our only way out.

      This was by far the best quote from our adventure, definitely due to the fact that after every stop we made, we actually started cycling on the wrong side of the road. So yes, that happened. But what also happened was that the bike path ended after several kilometers and we were forced to move back onto that busy road, on which the max speed had become 100 km/h, and busses and trucks had found their way. This one lane was our only way out.

      This was by far the best quote from our adventure, definitely due to the fact that after every stop we made, we actually started cycling on the wrong side of the road. So yes, that happened. But what also happened was that the bike path ended after several kilometers and we were forced to move back onto that busy road, on which the max speed had become 100 km/h, and busses and trucks had found their way. This one lane was our only way out.

      This was by far the best quote from our adventure, definitely due to the fact that after every stop we made, we actually started cycling on the wrong side of the road. So yes, that happened. But what also happened was that the bike path ended after several kilometers and we were forced to move back onto that busy road, on which the max speed had become 100 km/h, and busses and trucks had found their way. This one lane was our only way out.

ISLE OF
KERRERA

ISLE OF
KERRERA

ISLE OF
KERRERA

ISLE OF
KERRERA

ISLE OF
KERRERA

The island is around 7 km long and around 2 km wide. It is separated from the mainland by the Sound of Kerrera, about 500 metres wide.

The island is around 7 km long and around 2 km wide. It is separated from the mainland by the Sound of Kerrera, about 500 metres wide.

The island is around 7 km long and around 2 km wide. It is separated from the mainland by the Sound of Kerrera, about 500 metres wide.

The island is around 7 km long and around 2 km wide. It is separated from the mainland by the Sound of Kerrera, about 500 metres wide.

The island is around 7 km long and around 2 km wide. It is separated from the mainland by the Sound of Kerrera, about 500 metres wide.

— THE INTERNET

— THE INTERNET

— THE INTERNET

— THE INTERNET

— THE INTERNET

      The Isle of Kerrera was our goal on forehand and a gift as soon as we arrived. A great little island with just around 45 inhabitants, no roads, no stores, no theatres, no whiskeybars, no bookclubs, no justice department, just a community of great people, a tearoom and a perfect place for us to stay. Ralf and I ended our trip together here, he was flying back home. I was only halfway and still had some kilometers to go to Dublin.

      The Isle of Kerrera was our goal on forehand and a gift as soon as we arrived. A great little island with just around 45 inhabitants, no roads, no stores, no theatres, no whiskeybars, no bookclubs, no justice department, just a community of great people, a tearoom and a perfect place for us to stay. Ralf and I ended our trip together here, he was flying back home. I was only halfway and still had some kilometers to go to Dublin.

      The Isle of Kerrera was our goal on forehand and a gift as soon as we arrived. A great little island with just around 45 inhabitants, no roads, no stores, no theatres, no whiskeybars, no bookclubs, no justice department, just a community of great people, a tearoom and a perfect place for us to stay. Ralf and I ended our trip together here, he was flying back home. I was only halfway and still had some kilometers to go to Dublin.

      The Isle of Kerrera was our goal on forehand and a gift as soon as we arrived. A great little island with just around 45 inhabitants, no roads, no stores, no theatres, no whiskeybars, no bookclubs, no justice department, just a community of great people, a tearoom and a perfect place for us to stay. Ralf and I ended our trip together here, he was flying back home. I was only halfway and still had some kilometers to go to Dublin.

      The Isle of Kerrera was our goal on forehand and a gift as soon as we arrived. A great little island with just around 45 inhabitants, no roads, no stores, no theatres, no whiskeybars, no bookclubs, no justice department, just a community of great people, a tearoom and a perfect place for us to stay. Ralf and I ended our trip together here, he was flying back home. I was only halfway and still had some kilometers to go to Dublin.

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