
…the tree-less islands appeared as the pates of drowning sailors, scarcely cresting the sub-arctic waves, the archipelago itself the somber detritus of a tectonic shipwreck. This was a journey to the westerly and distant island of Westray, the final breath of our honeymoon…
…the road trickled beneath the glares of munros, half-mountain half-hill hybrids, that crowded around us, their crowns pressing against the sky…

…single malt is a vice dear to my heart that only gets stronger the more often I visit Scotland and its numerous diverse distilleries…

…all around us shop lanterns flared in the dark like torches, while in the bay rainbow-hued fishing boats gradually turned black with the fleeting of the light…

The travel-blogging chain letter aimed at exposing travelers’ three best kept travel secrets has landed in my lap, thanks to the inimitable Suzy Guese. The idea was kicked off by Tripbase and has spread through the travel blogging community like the bird flu. Thankfully, I’m not getting sick; instead, I just need to step into [...]