A 4.5-hour train brought me from the Scottish Capital to the Gateway of the Western Isles – Oban. I stayed in the scenic fishing village for a night because there weren’t vacancies at my destination when it was the day before Easter. And the weather, of course, wasn’t exempted from the typical Scottish moody days.
Oban is a tranquil bay, sheltered by the Isle of Kerrera, on the west coast of Scotland. Further outside the firth lies the bonnie Isle of Mull.
Born with spoiled taste buds, I was immediately attracted by the truck offering oysters and clams on the promenade. Juiciness and freshness of the sea were what I longed for.
In the last month of my uni life, I would like to share with you my adventure to Outer Hebrides which I wanted and procrastinated to do this for a long time. Forgive me as a poor writer, hope you enjoy!