Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Wick, Highland - 1991

I arrived late in the evening. Too late make arrangements for a place to stay.


[I was used to this; I'd relaxed the night before in a glass shelter on the platform at Perth Station, having just missed the last train, until the station master came to me offering tea and a seat in the train I would be going out on the next morning. I slept like a babe. First class.]


There was a pub nearby. Good. Enjoyed a beer and conversation with a German traveler.
I slept that night in a phone booth.


The next morning...

I wandered around, found a traveler's center where I was connected with a local resident who rented her extra bedrooms to tourists...