Fri, 24
Boring day - travelling. By car, by ferry, by car. Tarbert town, had lentil soup... could not understand - what's lentil. Not pea but tastes alike. Later they explained. Never had the idea of eating lentil home. Only in poverty in the early 1990s. At the Arms of Islay hotel restaurant they have a SUPERB chef. Young (ish) boy, aged something 20. Huge, slow and timid, hale and hearty guy. Just loved him and his masterpieces. Poached eggs were terrific! All the same he's probs wi grammar... wrote: lental soup (almost lethal - giggle giggle).
Anyway.
Arrived on Islay. More and more desterted in comparison with Skye. But here we have heather - hurray!!! Some single track roads are m.m. fast - almost no traffic, no use of passing (pissing - according to Pete hehehe) places.
Dangerous! 9 distilleries (1 of them re-opened and will sell whiskies in 2 years)*:
Bruichladdich +++ (strong sweet/ish)
Bunnahabhain ++++ (delicate sweet/ish)
Laphroaig ++ (peaty sweet)
Lagavulin + (too peaty)
Caol Ila +++ (delicate)
Bowmore ++ (slightly peaty)
Ardbeg +++ (peaty sweet and green)
Port Ellen ? (closed in 2001 and already too expensive)
Jura (of Jura) +++ fuite sweet
Leaving Isle of Mull:
*я сначала все это перепробовала, а потом решила все-таки зафиксировать, где-то около 2х ночи... Да, кстати, язык: орфография и пунктуация сохранены в том виде, в каком они в бумажном дневнике.