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ONCE UPON A TIME
The Bridge To Nowhere
Lost in the Scottish no man's land
It was the mother of all storms and she was pissed.
When we arrived at the Stornoway harbor on this cold, black Thursday, we didn’t suppose we’d stay on Lewis and Harris Island longer than just one night, but Scottish weather has a way of verifying your plans.
Or laugh at them, to be more accurate.
All the buses were already gone. Hitchhiking was not an option, nor was sleeping in a tent unless we wanted to fly away with it.
That’s where the thing called “money” comes in handy. It can get you things like a taxi or a hotel room. Unfortunately, we had none.
Meanwhile, the wind was trying to pull the souls out of our bodies.
We were standing in front of the waiting room underneath the scant roof at the entrance, staring at the sheets of rain, and unable to decide what to do next.
Our savior appeared out of nowhere.
If I had met him in a forest instead of a brightly lit harbor, I would have thought I bumped into an overgrown hobbit.
“I am terribly sorry, but I overheard you asking about a bus to the nearest camping,” said he, with that quaint, incomprehensible accent so…
