A couple weeks ago we went on a trip to the very north of Scotland and crossed over to the Orkeney Islands. This place is absolutely loaded with ancient ruins, many of them 5000 years old! We climbed inside one mound-tomb which had been vandalized. Not by local antisocials, but by vikings 1000 years ago. One of them carved something like "These runes were carved by Thor, the most skilled rune-carver in the west!".
After a brief but busy six months we have finished up our time in Glasgow. Again it was alot of work to get ourselves and all our gear out of the country. With a bit of ruthless binning we managed to pack up everything into a backpack and bulging bike pannier each, along with our bicycles of course. The journey from Glasgow Central took five trains and seven hours to get down to Cuddington Station in Cheshire where we were greeted by Gren and Beryl once again. After a nice evening with their family they drove us into the heart of Snodonia National Park in Northern Wales where we found a nice camp site at the foot of Wales highest mountain - which amazingly has a special train that ratchets up to the peak. We are very impressed by the amount of Welsh that is actually spoken here. Even young people working in shops are speaking Welsh togther when you walk in. When we first heard it in a cafe, I was sure the waitresses were immigrants speaking Polish, but no, we were the only foreigners in there! We stayed with our first Hospitalityclub host of the trip last night in Carmarthen where he works as a Welsh language promoter. He said it had been a while since he last spoke so much English (his second language). We are now travelling slowly towards the south of Wales where we'll meet some friends for a weekend camping. Traslate the Welsh title of this entry for a clue about how its going :)
After Wales, we'll head for Cornwall, and then to Swindon to visit some of Carli-Ann's relations. After that we fly from London to Iceland for what is gauranteed to be a unique experience!
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