Next
morning it was back on the Haggis tour bus. Our guide on this leg of the
trip was a guy named Tony... who'd soon prove to be one of the highlights
himself. But this early in the morning, Faith isn't really feeling very
social just yet.
She
starts to wake up once we hit Somethingorother Gorge. We sort of
forget the name, but it was a big f'n gorge.
"Oh
my God, stop moving the $^*&ing bridge!".
Yeah, deep gorge. These photos don't really accurately
convery the depth of this thing.
Here's
a shot straight down. Without losing the river, there was no other way
to
take the shot because the angle was so sharp.
Continuing on toward Carbisdale Castle - our destination
for the night -
we stopped here at Ullapool, a small shipping village.
THEY
MAY TAKE OUR LIVES, BUT THEY'll NEVER TAKE --
a picture of our swords? Carl's looking off camera durring this moment
of victory because the shopkeeper's yelling at us.
