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Day 3: Another giant breakfast, and back into the car for a drive around the island. Today we tried something new: single track roads. When you come up against oncoming traffic, one of you has to pull over. Very fun, let me assure you. Up to Neist Point (scenic), down to the Piper’s Museum (retarded rip-off), and over to Dunvegan Castle (seat of the MacLeod Clan – Mom’s family). It isn’t the coolest castle ever – in fact it looks like they stuccoed the walls at some point (turns out, this was the fashion of the time for high-end stone residences). From Dunvegan through the Cullins to Elgol. Along the way we stopped to admire some scenery. A single sheep approached the car, and then ran off. Five minutes later, a steady stream of them were charging towards us, as if they were trained as some type of guard-sheep. As we raced off, the leader actually chased us a few feet. Very odd – for sheep, anyways.
Day 4: We followed the usual morning theme: get up early and gorge ourselves on bacon, eggs, toast, sausage, beans, orange juice, and oatmeal. This time they “nicely” offered some black pudding (boiled pig’s blood, pork fat, and oatmeal in a length of intestine). Made me wish I had some of that Scotch to wash it down. Over to Portree (anglicized version of Port Righ (Port Regal), from a visit by King James) which is a cute seaside town and up the East coast, seeing mountains, waterfalls, and Flora MacDonald’s grave (she thanklessly smuggled Bonnie Prince Chuck to safety), before our 14:00 ferry from Uig to Tarbert. The ferry terminal had a brewery (Isle of Skye) and a restaurant where we watched some dreadful old hag abuse a harried waitress.