Arrival in Oban
It's so nice having clean clothes!
Chandeliers and stained glass windows in the breakfast room in the hotel!
Waiting in the light rain, I spoke to a woman (and her mute husband) from Astoria, OR, both former military folks. She marveled at me traveling alone.
I sat in the front of the bus since everyone else was going to Glasgow. I had a bad experience with the older man sitting behind me, a bully Trump style, loudly calling me nasty. My sin? I had politely asked him to turn down his loud music (or something) on his phone.
Okay, one swful Scot isn't a bad record in 4 weeks!
I transferred buses in Lochgilphead and soon had as a seatmate a Canadian woman about my age who was visiting family in Tarbert. That town looked so cute! She travels a lot all over the world on her own but always takes a detour to Tarbert. But she no longer goes to America, not even as a transfer point in flights, not even when shopping will she buy American products. Yay, Trump, way to alienate those nasty Canadians. Can I live there, too?
It was a long walk from the bus stop but the hotel, Oban Bay Hotel, is very nice. Breakfast is pricey, £15, so I declined it. But the spa, maybe yes!
I have a teeny tiny room, but it has a desk, single bed, nice bathroom, and a window that opens! I forgot what it costs.
The town seems to be full of hetero couples from America. I didn't have any idea it would be so touristy, and this is off season!
I had an early so-so dinner in an empty place, sports bar, but with ceilidh dance at night. Hard to imagine!
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