It seems that there is a high percentage of Canadian women who marry Scots, move to Scotland and open up hostels... This was the case with two out of three of the hostels that we stayed in while on the Highland adventure. The woman at the hostel in Glen Nevis was from Ottawa and the one from the hostel in Flodigarry (on Skye) was originally from Saskatchewan but had lived for several years in and around Calgary. Didn't really talk much with the one from Glen Nevis, but I had a very lovely chat with the lady from Flodigarry. (Some mutual moaning about the ridiculously tiny roads over here took place..)

Even though a very, VERY high percentage of the roads here are only about half as wide as normal roads in Canada, I had fun driving on the trip. Apparently being on the other side of the car throws off my judgement of exactly how far to the left or right I am in the road. Also the car we had was rather larger than my wee one at home, which didn't help, but mostly I think it was being on the wrong side of the car. Especially as back home I can drive Ted's Ford F350 Custom Diesel (it's about as wide as a bus and something like 21 feet long...) just fine with no problems at all. But this car? Well.. apparently I was scaring the other passengers juuuuuuuuuuust a bit by being too close to the left side of the road at times. But really, what would you prefer, to scrape along a bit of wall or to crash head on into one or more crazy Scottish drivers going the other way? (And no, I didn't actually hit anything.)