An impulsive trip, that’s all it was. Nothing more and nothing less, but it stirs me that only two days have touched me. A micro-adventure with Bever in Scotland sounds amazing to me and being a real Laura I get my backpack and I get on the plane. “Cabin crew, ready for landing”. It was just a blink of an eye, and before I know it I am in Scotland. Wild, green, insanely, flowy, wowy, lush, beautiful Scotland. We explore Edinburgh in a nutshell, wander through the streets and I feel like disappearing the narrow alleys, looking for my own adventure. “You probably don’t fancy whisky”. I’ll just smile, amused. With a father who is crazy about whisky, I look forward to the tasting experience, and I won’t leave empty handed. It’s time to go to the train station. We will travel towards Perth and surrounding area. Time to explore the real Scotland.
The moment the train leaves Edinburgh and hurtles into the green wilderness touches me. No one around me realizes, or even know, that the last trip that my parents have made together, aware of what was going to happen, was a journey through the rugged landscapes of Scotland. I notice that it gets me being here and I promise myself, like my mother did, to enjoy every precious moment here. To notice every gust of wind, each falling leaf and all scents of nature. To take it all in. My look into the world gets wider and I assign a white-washed church on an island in the river. “Hey, thanks, I did not see that”. A brave spark of sunshine is trying to defy the cloud cover. I look at this ray of sun like I see her for the first time, and focus on where the clouds float. I see wind trying to find their way between the hills while taking leafs with them. My eyes follow the babbling stream that disappears on the horizon. In my mind I’m searching for her and I take her with me. She takes my hand, and shows me why she wanted to travel through this rugged landscape so badly. I close my eyes and pretent I am sleeping, but secretly I swallow the lump in my throat while I’m drowning in memories. Memories of her.
“We are there”, speaks a gentle voice next to me. I’m back on earth and the train stops. The idyllic station gives me an instant pure Scotland feeling. Evening is falling, my hair is dancing in my face and it slowly, it cools down. The mountainbikes are all set to go, and fortunately we receive ideal outdoor clothing from Bever. Nature, bring it on. Let’s see who enjoys to the fullest. Climbing and descending we cycle through green, moist forests. We pass waterfalls, rocks and rivers and I feel like a little girl in a candy store. My mouth forms the word ‘perfect’. There is something mysterious in the air, everything feels different here. Dazzling. It’s getting late, and unfortunately, we have to go back. How I would like to continue to wander in these forests.
After a night in a spooky station hotel it’s time for a new day. A new adventure. “Have you ever heard of canyoning?” asks Mr. Bever with a grin on his face. Some people think relieved that they will go canoeing, but I know the phenomenon canyoning. It’s a good thing that I am always pulling in extreme adventures. I may seem a blonde bohémienne, but does this man know that I have defied a lot of jungles, the highest bungee jump in the world, many mountains, whale sharks and giant waves with my surfboard? I give a wide grin back; “Well, give me my wetsuit please”. Let’s play. While sliding down rocks, jumping in dark pools, climbing through a narrow gorge, walking in ice-cold streams and abseiling a high waterfall, the day goe by. Hundreds of mosquito are walking over my face, I crush my hand, the bruises are no longer to count but oh, this makes me feel connected to nature. I am her and she is me. Pure luck. Euphoria. What a crazy experience. I leave with wet hair, smiling, to the airport. In the air my gaze to the horizon remains and I see a round rainbow. Is it a sign?
The sudden realization that yesterday I stepped into the plane and a day later I find myself back home, with a backpack full of memories and feeling like I’ve been away for ages, is bizarre. I wandered through Edinburgh, stared at castles and phenomenal buildings, drove hours through the charming streets of the city, tasted delicious whisky, made an amazing train journey, became emotional, defied hills on a mountain bike, floated along waterfalls, marveled over the green wilderness, listened to beautiful Scottish accents, ate delicious meals, climbed and scrambled through rivers and waterfalls in a wetsuit, abseiled from a high waterfall and had, above all, a very pleasant time with the people around me. My little Scotland adventure with great memories. And that happened in two (!) days. So this is what they mean with a micro-adventure. Tastes like more.