Glen Affric
From hostel to hostel / Cannich - Ratagan
So,
because of the weather I get to know a different part of Scotland, a
glen
well known for the two lovely lochs, beautiful scenery, mountains
upto
3800 feet high and, last but not least, the woods. This time they look
more like real forests although not beeing as dark as the Black Forest.
I do not see much of my way going there as the clouds are hanging
pretty low
this
time. Even Loch Ness looks rather dull, may be someone invented the
monster on a day like that.
At Cannich youth hostel there is another interesting specimen doing his job. A retired soldier (sorry, officier) is on duty, i.e. the warden. His mark is to wake up the hostel by playing a trumped in the morning. The way he does this makes me jump out of bed in a flash.
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Anyway,
I want to get up early in the morning as the way through Glen
Affric is
quite a long one. I can't remember any more details of this walk,
except
that I come across another hostel off all civilization. There are some
people who like to walk, other people who like to talk (including one
who
tells me into believing that he is training for an expedition to the
Himalaya
- and me, of cause). There is no warden around and you are expected to
leave some pence in a saving box on the window-sill. There is no chance
that walking the Glen Affric way is more impressing than climbing Ben
Nevis.
But I enjoy it the silent way. The way from Cannich to Ratagan is about
32 miles long.
At Cannich youth hostel there is another interesting specimen doing his job. A retired soldier (sorry, officier) is on duty, i.e. the warden. His mark is to wake up the hostel by playing a trumped in the morning. The way he does this makes me jump out of bed in a flash.