Hooray! I'm Home!... *sigh*

This morning me and Darroch headed off to Rosslyn Chapel. This cued endless cynical statements about Christianity, the Knight's Templar and the Priory of Sion. One thought I had was to attain free entry to the Chapel, with my long hair I would just need a blob of red paint on each palm and on my left side. If it didn't work on the first attempt, I could laugh "Oh Thomas, you joker!" and walk in. A flawless plan.

After this we had lunch in a nearby pub before heading off to the train station. On the train we were sitting with a couple of really cool guys who were travelling up North from their University in Leeds in order to cycle from John O'Groats to Lands End. Certainly not my idea of fun but good luck to them.

Upon arriving home, I was distraught to discover that Inverness and Drumnadrochit are truly as bad as I recalled. One thing that really confused me is how I walked along Princes Street this morning, where there was literally over a thousand people in the same place, and not a single one bumped into me. On Inverness high street; wider than the princes street pavement; there was no more than ten, and we were being bumped into repeatedly. Is there something about Inverness that depletes a human's IQ to the point that they're incapable of negotiating their surroundings? Amongst many other more obvious things, this was one factor that made me very displeased to be back. This afternoon I heard about the Israelis attacking that ship carrying aid to the Gaza strip as there was a protest organised in town. Luckiy it was due just after our train was due in. I met Angus and we headed for Town House where it was set to happen.

There was literally 8 old people standing there looking pretty bored with flags.

Some may argue that it is free speech and democracy in action, but this so-called protest was in my opinon pretty damned useless and pointless. Suffice to say we didn't join in, as though we agree with their message, the actual event was nothing short of embarrasing.