For whatever reason, my second attempt at the free WiFi worked swimmingly compared to the complete failure earlier today.
I’m in the Highlands now, God’s country. This is the stuff out of Highlander and Brave Heart. Unfortunately though, my hostel at first glance was full of name dropping, unemployed, USC MBA Film graduates. As obnoxious as it gets 
Luckily I ran into a patch of Aussies (who are lovely when abroad) and Kiwis (who are lovely everywhere). From here you can see lockness in a day trip which I plan to do tomorrow. Also, you can make it out to the isle of sky which is not only stunning, but a gateway to the outermost islands in Scotland which are supposed to be the best of the best (quite literally). I’m up very high on the map by now.
I have an official third fear on my trip. Midges are a swarm of gnats that bite. Once they lock in on someone they follow them until they are all full. You are pretty much fucked at that point though. Midges will fly into your ears, mouth, eyes, nose, and your freaking dick hole if they are lucky enough to catch you with your pants down. Midges rank third on my list of traveling fears behind an airline losing my bag and firstly, bed bugs.
It has been a little bit of an adventure trying to figure out how to get out to the outer islands of Scotland. Each place I get to, the info gets a little more accurate, but the story changes about as frequently as the weather here. Speaking of weather, Scotland must be famous for their gun metal coloured clouds. So far the sky has remained cocked and ready to rain at almost every moment, but has been kind to me
This isn’t the easiest place to travel, due to the lack of proper info, but that leads to a better experience overall. You really have to earn it.
In my room are 5 stinky Belgian boys who have just finished a 5 day hike from one major city to here. They impressed me because they wore kilts the whole way. Which by the way, are very expensive. An authentic synthetic one is about $300 while an authentic wool one is $600. This is because they are made entirely by hand. I asked them if they got cold and they said that the design was perfect in all weathers. “It keeps us warm in the cold, cool in the sun, and dry in the rain. It’s expensive, but a true honour to wear when walking in these lands.” That last bit almost made me want to cry as how impress I was in their maturity. “It’s an Honour to wear in these lands.” This attitude was about as far away as I would ever get from a culturally disrespectful and blind beer packer.
It seems that the further away from civilization that you get, the more extereme of character you will meet. This, as one can imagine, is a complete thrill.