In the morning, Amy and me went on a brief stroll towards the Quiraing, then jumped on the 13.23 bus to Portree. We drank a glass of pretty foul beer (McNab, avoid it), then I sent Amy on her bus to Inverness, and I went on my coach to Armadale. Ran into her bus again just outside Sligachan where it had broken down. Gearbox had crashed and it would not budge an inch. There was also a fire. Nice and sunny at Broadford. After waiting for 30 minutes at Armadale, Coruisk took me over the water to Mallaig. At Sheena's Backpackers, with which I wasn't really impressed. Noisy, and a lack of space. Ok, it'll do. Had dinner at the Marine Hotel. There was a tremendous racket in the street outside after midnight, drunken yobs. The police silenced them at 2 am.
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