The greater part of my time on the Isle of Mull was spent in three places: the ferry waiting room, the bus and the ferry itself (which I suppose isn’t even technically on Mull at all). Alas, these are not the places where high drama are normally found, but the beauty of being a traveler is that even the normal life of a new place can offer something fascinating to the visitor.
Views like these were more than enough compensation for the isolation.
The waiting room, thanks to the one bus a day schedule, was Continue reading
An out of the way place... 