LOCH NESS, Scotland – The closest I have been to the Highlands is in Los Angeles, where the Highlands comprises of yellowed hills and a cement gateway between segments of a city known for sprawling on top of one another.
On one side is a long, long street full of cracked sidewalks leading one’s senses through an eclectic contingencies of shops.
It strikes little comparison with the actual Scottish realm, where mystical stories pervade. Bringing us to the modern day, this link at approximately hour 6 minute 58 of the virtual journey brings us to Scotland. Although the capital city of Edinburgh is a 3.5 hour train ride to Inverness, I imagine that the vista is well worth a gallivant.
These are the hills mentioned in Shakespeare’s Macbeth, replete with forests that move with alacrity and compels ever-growing fear among the dark-hearted. Fortunately, the vibrancy of enviros forces out any such thoughts, for the immediacy of the moment compels one to feel part of the unknowingness of what the water holds beyond what the eye can see. After all, these scenes evoked legends, and we can only hope to be so inspired by our surroundings in the near future.
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