A story of driving to the Isles.
Flying into Scotland, I liked the idea of riding the train. That is, until I saw ticket costs, and that the train could only take you as far Northwest as Kyle of Lochalsh or Mallaig. So, rental car it was. The “Gateway to the Isles”, Oban is a mere 2:30 drive from Glasgow airport. If you are considering a similar trip, you should know that the average rental car is both Diesel and Manual. Right hand drive is a mild challenge, add manual transmission to that and it becomes a bit tough, add city traffic and roundabouts and it feels really hard- then get out north, and the roads become terrifyingly small. This last Parliament, we flew into Glasgow, and with only one traffic infraction that we know of (who puts a stoplight INSIDE a traffic round-about… Madness I say!) got out of the city without incident. This however then led to the terrifying drive north on the A82, which in some sections might best be described as two bike lanes next to each other. A rock wall immediately abuts the northbound lane, and a cliff to Loch Lomond lurks just inches from the paint of the lane on the southbound lane, which was populated almost exclusively with euro semi-trucks and tour buses. It kind of reminded me of the Star Wars X-wing trench run on the Death Star (no connection to the previous posting intended), except there was opposite traffic. Generally, if you were not hitting the hedges and plants growing out of the rough rock wall, your driver side mirror (on the right, which feels REALLY odd, mind you) whizzes past the fenders of passing ‘Lorries’ with less than an inch clearance.
Oban was a welcome relief, finally able to peel my white knuckles off the steering wheel and heave a sigh of relief.
Despite the warren of one-way roads, Oban was no more difficult than driving in the small villages of Germany. Extra points for English translations below the Gaelic on street signs.
Heading further requires retracing your steps inland a bit, as the ridges and long lochs of highland geography mean there is usually no direct route anywhere. During this trip, these are some of the most frequently spotted signs:
Due to the “New” bridge to Skye (1995), getting from Oban to Skye no longer means a boat ride.
Arriving on Skye requires a calibration to island time- I wish I had a picture of the traffic backup for the road repaving that was ongoing… with the tarmac being laid by hand, dumped from a bucket, and spread by hand with a shovel, 18″ strip at a time. The interesting thing is, due to the expense of paving roads, aside from the 2 or 3 major roads, most road on Skye is Singletrack. This means meeting opposite traffic is best timed at a passing place, a small 1-2 car length temporary lane to allow cars to ease past each other. Which you soon learn the locals have timing to a tee, speeding up and slowing down to time the intercept just right– Attempting this maneuver your first day on the island is sure to cause a code brown for an American however. By the end of the week, you will be able to spot those timid souls just finding their way off the beaten track and scoff yourself at their lack of boldness, but at first it is rather intimidating. In the end, the scenic vistas make the learning curve worth it. Enjoy the gallery of some of the scenery to be found, at least from passing places where I could snap a photo…
Guardrails? Who need guardrails?
At least the very serpentine road leading up the Quiraing on Skye has Guardrails.
Speed is very effectively regulated by the curves and sheep.
If you think it is too small to be a Road, it’s still probably a Road…
Livestock always has right of way!
One thing is for sure, don’t forget to plan your fuel stops- Many places in the Isles are not open on Sunday!
There are consequences here for poor planning. The scenery does make it worthwhile however!
(All Photos Copyright 2014)