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Two Friends Recount Their Road Trip Across the Coast
Sharing travel memories with adventurous companions reveals how spontaneous road journeys often exceed the most carefully crafted initial itineraries. Yesterday evening, Oliver and I sat in my garden with maps and photo albums, reminiscing about our two-week driving adventure along the Atlantic coastline of Scotland. As we turned the colorful pages, we laughed at the unpredictable situations that had unfolded along the winding coastal roads.
Before setting out from Glasgow on that rainy Monday morning, we had prepared our expedition with great enthusiasm. We had packed waterproof tents, warm woollen sweaters, and heavy hiking boots into the boot of our station wagon. Oliver had downloaded detailed offline topographic maps onto his tablet because cellular service was notoriously unreliable in the remote Highlands. We had also booked three nights at a historic lighthouse cottage, eager to watch ocean waves crash against sea stacks below.