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Glad I am a fascinated morning walker, could see the beauty. KyleakinThat is the view from the hostel window,Kyleakin

Mountain cattle or “the Thing with Horns” as our guide used to call it.

Fairy Pools

Fairy Pools

Fairy Pools.It is believed that if you take a dip in this water you will never age.

Fairy Pools

The Storr

The Storr

You dont need word to explain the beauty, just a look a enough. Highlands are breathtaking.

The Storr. The story behind The Storr is very fascinating.Kilt Rock

Kilt Rock

Kilt Rock

Quiraing viewpoint.Even sun plays hide and seek in the highlands

Looks like sheep doesn’t have any other work that grazing in the mountain. In England and Scotland, sheep grazing grass or gazing at you is common

Fairy Glen

The place is all magical as fairies

Yeah baby, its Fish and Chips

After the dinner when I took leave and started to walk, limping,  on the lone street of Kyleakin,in the dark but sweet night I was happy. The moon was dancing in his white glory in the silent dark sky. When you are content, doing things, your way ,even nature joins the celebration.

I was crossing the small bridge, on my way back to hostel when I was thunder-shocked, two girls, head covered in hijab were lying on the bridge and admiring the Tide-white moon in the sky. Crazy?na, it was super crazy and I loved it. When they saw me they tried to get up “no, dont do that, please let me join you guys, I always wanted to do this”. Smiling we three lied down on the hard  floor of the bridge,watching the moon.

“He looks much sexier from here” I said.

“yeah” they agreed,giggling. Then it was all quiet . We lost ourselves in watching him, his body marks, his shape, his biceps.

I couldn’t stop myself from remembering this guy, on whom I had huge crush, yeah just crush no LOVE saying “you are too crazy, no wonder you are single”. I was hurt wondering do I need to change myself to be little less crazy and very boring so that I can be loved? I am glad I didnt. That is the reason I was happy, living my crazy moment with women I didnt know from Adam, in Scotland.

When my back started to hurt I got up and said “I think I’ll leave, nice to meet you ladies and Thank, I will always remember this moment”. Bidding my fair well I walked away towards my hostel, I didnt know their name or place, I didnt bother to ask, it didn’t matter, sometimes its best to do things with total strangers.

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https://snlworld.wordpress.com/2017/08/21/lazy-bum-in-scotland-arthurs-seat/

As I walked out of the hostel, for my planned tour, my smile was broadening recalling Naidus words “You will meet some handsome guy in the tour Lobo, dont worry. You dad will have a son-in-law by the year fall(I wasnt looking out, mind you)”. Dreams good but expectations are not.

As I got into the waiting vehicle my smile was murder brutally when I saw all women glaring at me. Equilibrium which was natures main principle had lost its balance and was dangling with a rope of “Women Only”.Out of 12, Majority of them were in their early twenties. Oh Boy!. Except the the tour guide come driver all were women celebrating their womanhood on women’s day in Scotland including me. Girls school, women college, women hostel and then women tour, how lucky I am!.
The Firth of Forth Rail Bridge, Queensbridge, Scotland

Forth road bridge, Scotland

Places after places, roads after roads and with loads of knowledge on Scottish history I was drawn to Scotland. I walked beside the active women, limping my feet as much as possible. When I couldn’t I just stood cursing my previous days stupid jump. “I will be back” I was consoling myself.

 The Battle of Culloden was fought on this  filed.
 On its own in the vast filed
 
Water is icy as ice cubes, Loch Ness
When we reached the icy cold Loch Ness,  I was trembling with cold wondering how could Nessie can live in there in this icy cold water. There was this girl from Canada who took a dip in the icy cold water just because she wanted to. “Crazy” sipping the bitter liquid which burned down my throat. But hey, you should have guts to do that, who said women are not adventurous.Scottish believe that Nessie, The Sea monster lives in Loch Ness. Apparently no one found the evidence of Nessie’s existence. Some came with fake evidence but none proven till date.

Urquhart Castle sits beside Loch Ness in the Highlands of Scotland

Day passed and night drew closer we reached Kyleakin where we were staying for 2 nights. The night was dark so I couldnt see the surroundings clearly. But thanks to the sea gulls, with their signature sound I was clear we were somewhere surrounded by water.

Limping I followed the ladies to have our dinner. With Kyleakin beer, Scottish Music surrounded by Scottish man I couldn’t imagine a better way to spend my day in Scotland. With the girls talking about their crushes, FB stalker I was lost in my dinner. Oh Yeah, you dont know what you are really missing unless you taste it. They were all smart, energetic women who knew what they wanted. Me, I still dont know what I want but hey I was listening to them attentively.That’s put guide with Eric Bans eyes.Castle Moil Restaurant Kyleakin, Scotland

Never forget to carry your life partner, BOOK

Fire Place, FANCY!

When my head hit the bed that night how I wished I could be like them adventurous, social, open minded, risk takers.

Please Note: Ever get a opportunity to visit Scotland, never let it go. The place makes you fall in love, water body back grounded by the trees, numerous castles, the  tempting mountains, single malted Whiskey, the mountain goats, highland cattle’s and not to forget the fairies.

View inside my hostel room

Yeah, that my stuff sleeping on the bed. You are smart if you recognized my pink stole .

Who says travelling alone isn’t fun, I was enjoying every bit of it, see the pictures and you will know because I am not there in any of it.Staying in a hostel just outside the castle is sexy or not?. Hostel was another level of paradise, tourist from all around the world male and female all together. Even though I couldn’t interact with them due to my lack of social skills I was lost in the game of watching them(there are many people who share my interest), handsome guys in their ganjis playing pool, reading the news paper, doing nothing sitting on the couch, washing their juice glasses, talking..US.Japan, Canada, Aussie and one Indian girl(that is me me me).

As there was a walk I was back to my hostel before 2PM,As our sexy, handsome guide started the walk after checking our footwear he went on pointing this and that and explaining. With his accent rhymed like a wind shay-me I was lost with my the grasping capacity gone to White Walkers beyond the wall. I was like Teddy, my dog moving my head 30 degree and 60 degree without blinking but watching intensely.

Bobby, the Grey-friars who waited on his owners grave faithfully, till his end, in the graveyard made my eyes wet. People near by took care of him, giving him food and water. Is there any story involving with happy ending?.

People cant stop kissing the statue and talking about bobby, so passionately.

Bobbys grave

This is where the Harry Potter and the whole series was born

I was jumping Jane when the walk begin, after slogging my ass day and night in office first outing I was enjoying. It was not even 15 minutes when I started panting. Aint I country girl who loves to walk miles and miles with Archie, tailing with Rum Teddy, aint I the same girl who avoid auto so that I can walk?I doubted. “If this is the case I might not even to see the face of my unborn kids and their father(I am still hopeful)”

Fu** Arthur, Fu** his Seat I was singing the song taking breaks every 5 minutes. “Was I crazy to climb this?was I?Was I” When my conscience was fighting within I was fighting for air. We Indians stop exercising once we get a job unless for cousin wedding or own or to impress any girl/guy from college, may be its just me. Few more days on that chair in front of system and my tummy will be like my manager’s beer tummy, trying to fit in medium size shirt, revealing little bit of that dirty passage from behind.

While our guide reached the top in no speed I was thunder stuck with his physique. “I climb this place twice in a week in 45 minutes”. “What the …?” Is he freak? Here I am trying my ass out not to collapse and he climbs Arthur’s fucki** seat twice a week. I was bit relived when I saw two US girls became my 5-minutes break partners. saying “Say what” when I cracked some PJ’s

When I reached the top I realised how breath taking it was. Sexy view from F**Arthurs Seat. I became active listener rather than the talker in my walk group. With my Indian accent and terminology it would have taken days to explain Indians things to them.

You recognised right, its Carlton Hill

Descend was difficult but descend was disaster. Being the last in queue I am sure they would have figure it out that I am Roza Pinto(Nishas granny, according to Nisha her grannys ghost rest in me). Handsome guide took pity on me and waited for me to get down from the sloppy way. I dont know why I did what I did, may be the dead kid in me wanted to came to life or wanted to impress the guy behind me. Before I know I jumped from certain height on the uneven ground. “Surrrrrp”, those old Bones

The super energetic GUIDE

5-minutes break partners.

We reached the bottom and all were walking. I realised by then I was slighting limping my right foot. “Its just temporary” I was consoling myself

“Any one of you hungry?” When guide said they were many who wanted to refill their empty tummy. I just followed because I had nothing much to do

“I am from Philadelphia” one guy was saying

“Me to, where you stay in Phil” Girls who were taking break with me while walking said

…..

I was just looking their face in first in first order base. Then they were talking about drinking games, save the queen, thump up…

“I keep on travelling, Parague, Budapest” one who happens to my room mate was saying

“I am off to Ireland next week for St Patricks day” other sharing too.

Swamy Devare(Oh Dear god)Where I go for my vacation?I catch Sugama bus and go to Mangalore then back to Bangalore. Listening to them I realised how people from other countries try to explore, take risk, meet new people. while we Indians just stick to social norms, study our ass off, get job, work our ass off, get married to, make babies, pay their tuition fees and then suffer with cancer or tumor, and die paying the hospital bill.  Fun filled life with peace and adventure we haven’t tasted that phase of life, sorry honey, it’s not for us.

When I reached back to hostel there was a commotion in the wash room. I saw men shaving, girls combing, applying make up.Then it hit me, they were getting ready for PC. I wasn’t keen on it as my leg was screaming with pain. “what 30+Roza pinto will do in midst of youngster”, I was telling myself.”Yeah What I do”.

Then against my will I got ready, “Lets see what happens in pub crawling”.With my hostel seal on my hand, I followed the cheering, hopeful herd limping.  “ID Please” when the security guy asked me I wanted to hit my head to the wall for my ignorance. Remember always carry a book to read,credit card to pay bill, umbrella for the protection:) and fu**ID card for identification. Dont be like SNL. I blinked 20timespersecond  like Loly and tilted my head 30 degree and whispered “I forgot Sir”. “Step aside mam” he said firmly.”You better go and get your I-Card” he said politely. I walked out away from the merry people, music from the pub slowly floating towards me, the night was young but I wasn’t. With my swollen knee I have to limp all the way up to hostel and back here. “Next time” I said and walked away. I was sad just for a moment then the Roza Pinto was back. “You should have listen to me”

Back in hostel met a short but sweet guy from Japan, my roommate,who was travelling, making friends with Japaneses to English translation book. MAN!isnt it fantastic. I loved his courage.He reminded me of my best friend Golu. short but sweet but with lots of confidence. I dont remember his name but yeah I remember his face.

When the event filled day came to an end I wished my time in Scotland to last forever. Yeah I was being greedy who wouldn’t be when you are in Scotland

1: https://snlworld.wordpress.com/2017/06/18/lazy-bum-in-scotland-on-her-own/

Solo trip in India is …..sorry if you are woman don’t even think about it. You will never come back alive. As I was in UK,I thought it would be wonderful If I taste the single malt whisky on my own on my terms watching sexy men in kilt. Time was ripe to double strike something from my bucket list, SCOTLAND.

When I was waiting for National Express in Luton Parkway airport in the chilly night there was a million dollar smile on my face. Traveling alone on my own, something which I always wanted to do and the confidence bubbling up I thought I am gonna burst open like beer bottle, spilling all my happiness.
“Dont worry, you will meet some old couple, you can hang around with them on your tour”. My land lady, Indian, was telling me when I was zipping my jacket. If I would told my parents that I am going to Scotland they would have knelt and prayed to all angles and saints for a sweet encounter with a man for their daughter who wont listen to marriage talk. And here was lady consoling me other way. And why on heaven sake I want to waste my time with old couple. I may not be pretty, may be my teeth are not like pomegranate seeds , eyes doesnt twinkle like stars, and walk is not all graceful but wait a minute I am straight like electronic city flyover.I will defiantly look for a fling with a man. Followed by long walk on highland in the night after a drink like a normal functioning woman. I chuckled pitying the lady. She might be in UK for more than 10 years but her mentality is still narrow like food pipe. Dont be supportive but at least don’t kill my spirit I wanted to shout from top of my voice.”Indian and their bloody mentality “.
“Did you say something” she raised her eyes. “Oh dear!!nothing” I said .
 Getting into the waiting cab I smile remembering my colleague saying “So what you didn’t find English man, Defiantly you will find Scottish man. Imagine he on his own and you on your own.” Saying he winked at me. I giggled showing my crossed fingers and said “yeah buddy, you are a true friend” I was already imagining my faceless groom in kilt. Optimistic, that’s what I was.
At 12 when I changed my bus in Milton Keys my spirit hit rock bottom. People had occupied all seats either to sleep or to keep they luggage . It was 12 in night and I felt It is rude to wake them up, you see it was UK. I took two rounds still wondering where to sit, when I saw a glow at the back I walked back saw a guy smiling at his Tab. “Can I sit here PLEASE!” smiling at his tab he vacated the other seat. My heart shaped red baloon, which was flying high moment earlier was falling down. Groom who was in knilt was running away from me without his kilt, butt naked.
Next day morning when I walked on the Edinburgh street I was smiling. Pulling my trolley bag, taking left and then right ans then lost I was happy to be my own in March’s morning wind was chilling me out. I felt rejuvenated walking on those beautiful street. I was already head over heals in love with Scotland.
Finally when I reached the hostel where i was staying I was breathless climbing those steps but when my eyes fell on magnificent, Edinburgh castle I was like og my goodness why i haven’t born here. Staying just outside the castle how fancy! May be finally my lucky stars start to glow with dim light. Finally god was listening somebody’s prayer.
The hostel was awesome. You can find  tourist from all around the world staying there, you have common bathrooms, kitchen, TV room, lot many books for the book bugs like me, snooker table, internet room….you dont have to stay in fancy hotel to sip beauty of Scotland. Try to be there on Thursday night as they have PC, not private computer but Pub Crawl, dont forget to take your Id card, like dumb ass like me.
As I walked into my room I was so taken back. It was just I saw the big wall women and men demolished. I dont know why first thing I remember was my dad. If he would have known that I am on my own in Scotland, staying on hostel room shared by men and women I wondered how he would have reacted. “Archie, you need to see other side of the world. It might be different but its colorfull and awesome, trust me”.
After having sad continental breakfast I thought its time to hit the streets.Taking a map from the counter I was walking, drinking the beauty of Edinburgh. In my solace google map was being my sweet heart directing me when to take left and right. For a lazy bum that i am who doesnt move her ass anywhere I was proud of myself walking on strange streets on my own. I was falling in love, this time with myself.

St Giles Cathedral

I tried peeping but no luck

Isn’t it magnificent?

Street of Edinburgh

That’s the Smith guy

That’s the Carlton Hill

I love to admire the people bring out the best creativity within them

Oh yeah, that dork is me. When you are on your own only thing you will miss is your photo in right angle especially if you are not not selfie expert like me.Still suck. I suck at selfie, looks like I can never master the art
No one will dare to disturb you when you are in deep discussion

To be continued

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First time I saw those those eyes, I was lost, trying to reason their colour  . The moment I realised I am making Christoper uncomfortable with my 4 eyes, without blinking that too 4th day of my UK visit I had looked away. Defiantly he would have thought “what a silly, Indian, country girl“. Did I care? hell na:)
Its pretty rare you find a good looking guy that too with a fancy name like Christoper. “Chris”! It sounded so nice, sexy to my ears. If you think that I was falling madly in love with him, hold your horses, I was just admiring his Greek-god like feature given by god and name given by his parents. I had to catch a flight of 9 hours from India, to admire the the beautiful creature of god, can you beat that.
I still remember those  big black but not so active eyes, bit bigger than the usual nose shape of ridgegourd which complimented his face royally. Neatly cut hair, edges left free forming small U shape over his decent forehead. and if you draw two straight line from two eyes to nose they form equilateral triangle considering line from one eye to another as base. And the Adam’s apple dont even ask about it. Every time he spoke with that deep rich voice his apple moved up and down like the piston making its movement visible to the spectator. Most of the time I was confused whether I should see his eyes or listen to him or watch Chris’s apple move. I can bet if he was there in Eden instead of Adam, Adam’s apple would have known as Chris’s apple. Wowie!
If he was little bit younger or may be I was little bit older, I would have captured his attention in the communion queue during mass. Love would have find its own way into the gods house, with me waiting for him after the mass.Followed by a date under the chilling UK sky and him giving his jacket to me like a English gentleman while I shivered. Then year after marriage in the same church where we met first. This is what Happens if you read romantic novels.
Every meeting I attended , I listened carefully every word he spoke. Bullhit!, every time he spoke I just watched him carefully mind already lost in  paddy filed running a kite. But his voice!!that deep-rich-thick voice,hmm always had the capacity to to bring me back and wonder how he got that deep voice?did he eat mint leaves?or may be tulsi leaves or he gagaled every morning with lukewarm water with salt.
He was married man with kids with good fashion sense. The navy blue cardigans, round shaped sweaters when he wore them and stood in the corridor, talking to someone, with hands in his pockets, he looked like Kinnigoli’s Chethan bakery’s plum cake, simple, elegant but perfect. I would just smile and walk away and Bingo he always returned my smile. The way I looked at him I am sure he would have known that he got a piglet as admirer.
It was a busy day when Christoper came to me and was discussing something regarding the work.Oh boy oh boy You should have seen my face all radiant like a full moon in the dark boring sky. When he left I was just thanking my lucky stars when my senior came and asked for a update. When I started with “Christoper said that…….”he politely said “Nasir not Christoper”. “No, No Christoper”. “No Sylvia it’s Nasir” he stressed looking at his system. OOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo!!!!! Buuuuttt, c…h…r…iiiiissssss.. cat got my tongue and knife got my heart.
So what he is Nasir and not Christopher , I never stopped admiring him. Every time he walked by my place he would smile at me , no matter how busy I was I return his smile and glare at his disappearing back followed by chuckle and shaking my head. Since then I call him equilateral triangle with all side equal, what is there in the name
I never had a crush on him, OK may be 20% but I never stared at him OK may be  except for the first time. I was just a distant admirer.Married or not you should appreciate beautiful things. Admire the shear beauty and appreciate gods good creation. And that is what i was doing till the last day I was in UK, but in my own  piglet way.

Its hard to forget the day when I visited Westminster’s Abbey on my own. It was snowing slightly, freezing outside, I was tempted way beyond words to stay back,wear my woolen socks. sipping the mulled wine to watch a movie. But no, that day energy was running at its peak my body.When you are around, all you have to look up and you see the time.

Beyond this place all you have is your eyes to capture the breath taking architecture and absorb all the fragrance of the beauty.

Taking picture inside is prohibited as expected:)

With so many kings and queens bodies resting in peace you dont feel the presence of divinity but you feel the presence of quiet ghosts

Oldest Door

Only problem when you travel alone is you have all pictures except you in it.

Beautiful lady little plumpy, on the wonderful day like this why grumpy?

Its a must visit place, entry fees is bit pricey but worth spending.

When I was tired walking, exploring on the cold day, his mere statue felt consoling. I was walking on those street just a month before the attack. I feel fortunate not to be present there to witness the human slaughter in name of religion.

Whats new: The lazy ass finally did her solo trip not to euro but to Scotland. Who says you cant do things on your own terms:)

Stonehenge

Posted: February 19, 2017 in Gallery, London, TransOceanic
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img_20170108_131713268 The story behind Stonehenge is interesting, like the heritage itself. Some says it used to burial ground may be that is why the crow is sitting there communicating with invisible but still living things.

Sheep grazing on the grass, historic monument with mind blowing English winter, it was pitch perfect like chilled beer . Definitely UK is breath taking place.

Felt sad for this lone stone which sits at a distance apart from the group. Every time it gazes at its peers catching up, on black moon day, or boxing day when noisy humans disappear, I am sure this lone guy will sit and weep at its ugly fate to be outcasted.

So many tourist, just wonder when the smart photographer captured his finest shot which made it to every ones desktop.

Yeah, this definitely going to sit on my desktop for long time