Day 7

Final day before taking them all to the airport tomorrow. Last night the gale that battered Iona would have put the frighteners on Columba himself!. I feared the ferry wouldn't come and I would be marooned and have to take up more chanting. Fortunately the God's were with us and the ferry arrived. We had ordered a taxi who had to do two runs for us and what a crabbit bugger she was. Said we made her five minutes late for the rest of the day. Then had to drive like the clappers to craignure. The lass collecting the tickets was also a crabbit eejit. Because we weren't sure if the stupid isle of Mull was working, we only had my ticket and the vans ticket. She barked at us that she had no time to sort things out and walked off and left my poor Americans speechless!. I got the tickets and when she came back round, I just silently handed them to her. She knew she had b
lotted her book. Finally they were let lose to shop in Oban then back to Glasgow. We went out for dinner. The photo is myself and the masseuse who knew the guy who designs these monkey wallets. Both of us were born in the back year of the monkey and both had monkey wallets so o she had picture taken to show him. Small world indeed.and yes they tipped very handsomely indeed. A pleasant surprise
Individually they were an interesting lot, collectively, they were a whole lot of fun despite their predilection to chanting and Druids.
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