West Highland Way - Page 5

Fort William - Glasgow

In retrospect, I would have decided otherwise and I would still walk up Ben Nevis, but well. Somehow it hit me in the head to buy a ticket for Glasgow this afternoon. Before I was still buying juice in the supermarket, as it turned out, I now had 2 bottles of syrup, one of them already half drunk 😕 Did not run smoothly every day. But the return journey went by train through the middle of the Highlands, wonderfully beautiful. And the sunshine remained, the following days, also in Glasgow.

Arriving at Queenstreet, I walked along the Clyde River until loud reggae music lured me to a large park, Glasgow Green. It seems that the whole student body, including some hippies, was gathered here today. Right in the middle the cannabus, here was the whole cannabis program today, including workshops, sales, info. I like reggae and so I spent a few hours here in the sunshine before I went back to the Euro-Hostel.

Yesterday I was researching how I’m going to spend the last day here. I was deterred by the thought of going on a sightseeing tour in this busy noisy city, because I just came from nature. So I discovered the Titan crane, all I had to do was follow the Clyde River to the Clyde Bank, far outside the city centre. Today only accessible to visitors, the impressive crane was involved in the construction of huge ships such as Queen Mary, Queen Elizabeth 1 and 2 and the Britannia.

At the ticket office I waited an hour, although it was said that the guides would be back in 5 minutes. I guess it was closed due to a lack of visitors, who knows. So I could only get up to 20 meters to the crane, well, it was also such an impressive testimony of engineering. On the way back and forth, partly on bike paths and partly on the river promenade, there were the modern architecture of Scotland’s Museum of Transport and Travel (with the hedge sofa) and the Scottish Exhibition and Conference Centre (SECC). Pure sunshine, a lot of running, so I was able to end the evening with a few beers at the Clyde River.

With the airport shuttle I went to the airport, there was a shock moment, the building was cleared, sirens were howling. But it was probably just a false alarm, there was also no panic, shortly afterwards everyone was allowed back in. Once back in Germany, there was still a very high-tech Mexico exhibition in front of Berlin’s central station. After their visit I strolled the rest of the time until the train departure through the evening twilight along the Spree. Saxony, here I come ...