SAORSA - Toward Sailing Club

19.00: Taxi arrived to whisk us off to Oban. Upon driver’s recommendation went to
Cuan Mhor and had a smashing meal. Very busy but friendly and efficient. Having
stuffed our faces, ambled off to the fish pier and thence to McCaig’s Tower to see the
sunset. Very peaceful, just us and 2,500 Japanese tourists.
Speculated as to why aforementioned only seem to have two modes; they’re either
huddled together around their suitcases whispering, or jabbering loudly and taking
photos of each other. Wondered whether they actually noticed the view!
Descended to Harbour Inn and wished we hadn’t bothered. Very spit ‘n’ sawdust. After
a wistful look at the closed shoe shops (me, not the chaps) hailed a taxi back to the
marina and a wee nightcap. Needing some ‘me’ time, I volunteered to attack the
launderette and spent the next hour figuring out how to work the machines.
Met a nice Canadian woman and together we spent a fruitful and enjoyable session
evacuating the washing machines and tumble dryers of someone else’s enormous,
abandoned washing and bunging our own stuff in. Sauntered back to the boat to find
the chaps zonked, so went to bed.
That sounds bad. We went to our own beds. Naturally, I didn’t snore, being a Girl.
Log Reading: 304 n/miles
Distance run: 20 n/miles