Introduction

Two weeks ago, I went to Scotland with E, a guy I've known for a few months. We rambled about the country via four separate ferries, a handful of taxis and one very small but effective Peugeot. Our trip was centered around doing as much as two people possibly can in eight days without driving each other to suicide, homicide, fratricide, or whisky-cide (a term that I invented for if I had, in a fit of blind rage, hurt the whisky. This would be followed shortly by homicide. My homicide. At the hands of E).

Since I knew I'd be doing my best to saturate my few remaining brain cells with alcohol, I made it a point to take a ton of pictures throughout our adventures. Due to said saturation and eventual death of said brain cells, and to tell friends & family about our trip without actually making them listen to me drone at them for hours upon hours, I've put together this blog. You might think that I've rather overdone the photos, but, all in all, we took 357 on my camera alone. Trust me. You're getting off easy.

Enjoy! 

Man on Bench in Argyll. I assume he's being contemplative.