Day FIFTY ONE. PUTTERING AROUND

Day FIFTY ONE. Puttering around. We gathered our things and headed out of Oban. If you are ever there, do not stay in the Royal Hotel. It is not Royal at all. The bathroom door jams and keeps you in there with even the slightest bit of shower steam. The floors had peeling paint, and it was just great for location and little else.

 We headed off to travel down another Loch. Mindy drove like a champ and breezed by the Lach pretty fast. I think we were Loched out by this point as we didnt stop to take as many pictures as on days one and two in the highlands. We diverted back to Sterling to find a statue of some author in Sterling. We would have had time to putter around town, but finding a place to eat, finding the statue, and finding parking in a town that only uses roundabouts was quite the challenge. We sat down in a restaraunt for afternoon tea and Mindy realized that we needed to be to the airport in an hour, and we were 45 minutes away.

 Back to the car. From the exit off the highway to the airport there are SEVEN roundabouts. As soon as you got out of one, you were back in another.....we had to try 4 times before getting it right and into the rental car return. Exhausted, we boarded the plane. I sat a row infront of them by the window. As we were flying into London, I looked out my window & I felt like I was on the real life version of Peter Pan's ride. We flew right over London Bridge, Big Ben, Parliament, and down the River Thames. Seriously so cool. Wish I had my camera out to capture it, but didnt want to miss the real life experience.

 As we were getting off the plane, the couple that had been making out part of the trip whom was sitting next to me, the guy was telling her, come on its time to get off. She kept sitting in her seat. She pulled out a barf bag and silently (no noises thankfully) threw up in the barf bag. Ugh. Welcome to London. Got home just fine, talked to the world's best brother on his birthday, did laundry, watched some TV to

relax, and headed to bed....before the visitors come....