After an hour passed I had reached a false summit but decided that was enough and turned around. I assumed that going down would be much quicker but it was only about 10 minutes shorter than the trip up. Perhaps my logic was wrong, but perhaps this was the first sign I had pushed myself too hard going up. As I was walking down I remembered that it was Emily’s birthday. Since my cell phone had service there I decided to call her from there. I thought it would be special to call her from the slopes of a Scottish mountain. By the time I reached the bottom my legs were very sore but despite my worries this did not interfere with driving.
On the way back I went directly to Kiwi’s, the restaurant I had chosen earlier. When I asked for a table for one, the waitress was immediately confused. She finally understood my meaning, but continued to comfort me and ask if I was ok throughout the meal. At one point she even offered me a magazine to read.
I started with a great beer called Caledonian 80, which I had originally tried during dinner the night before in Edinburgh. I started the meal with a potato and bacon soup and followed it with a venison steak. I found the meat itself to be a bit bland but, with the sauce and vegetables that cam with it, it was very good. This was something I noticed several times during the trip: rather than imposing the flavor of sauce on a dish, it was often offered on the side to be eaten according to individual taste. I decided to have desert as well before heading back to the guest house and going to sleep.
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