Two Canadian girls on a trip not knowing a single word of Gaelic. Reading these street names, we don’t even know whether it means North, South, East or West.
We kept on walking on the island that is thick with thistles looking for an adventure of a lifetime checking out the stone age beehives. Have you ever felt what a thistle can do to your skin even though you are fully clothed? Not a good feeling.
Nope, it’s not the insect bee that lives in these hives. These were once a real house. Now herds of sheep use this to shield them from the elements of mighty winds and precipitation.
We are now totally lost between the walls and walls of stones that we have to climb over to see where we came from. The sign post is no longer in sight. I wonder how we manage to get out of this place alive when we came face to face with a bull.
We lived to tell the story.