I did try to make my first day on the Isle of Skye easy-going and relaxed. I really did.
That said, I knew from my research that I would be hard pressed to see much of the “Best of the Highlands in Miniature” without a tour. By all accounts, the public transport was, at best, “frustrating” and, at worst, “just shite.”
Thus far on my journey, I had avoided such forced-friends-for-a-day situations as a prolonged tour would demand. On Skye, I braced myself to spend at least part of my day rushing from photo op to photo op with unknown travelers expecting total group cheeriness. I had hoped for a nice half-day viewing of some Skye highlights, but the shortest tour available began at 9:30 a.m. and ended “around” 6:30 p.m. Could I forgo seeing all things fairy? Or hiking to an area lovingly described by Lonely Planet as a “spectacular end-of-the world headland with high sea cliffs and wonderful views to the Western Isles”?
Alas, I could not.
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