After a hectic start to the day, we boarded the ferry to the
Isle of Mull. What I really needed was a cup of coffee to get me going; so
while I was holding my friend’s coat so that he could queue for the toilets; I learned
of an upstairs coffee shop that would be quicker than waiting in the canteen.
This meant that I missed us casting off; and thus an excellent photo
opportunity of Oban. When I went to queue for coffee; I found only one person
on duty who was trying to explain to an American how our British coinage system
works. Surely they can read? I emerged onto the deck just in time to get a view
of an old abandoned lighthouse and Castle Duart. When it came to disembarking;
it became quite
chaotic. We were told to head back to the steerage; but the
stairs to the lower decks were still sealed off; after a round trip through the
ship a kind soul had decided to open them but pedestrian passengers were just
standing in front of them and weren’t letting anyone head down; some had even
decided to venture down for a wander as part of a tour! Then everyone switched
on their engines and started to move forward; odd as we hadn’t even docked yet!
When we were on the move we got stuck behind a very strange driver who wasn’t
entirely sure where he was going. But we soon arrived at Castle Duart.
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