Bus-ferry-bus – that’s the way I got to Islay. As for my suitcase… perhaps tomorrow. A few snapshots from the journey:
A ten-minute stop in Inveraray
The Kennacraig “harbor”
There were several thick patches of fog on the way
Islay from the southwest approach
Jura… maybe next time
After finding a few clothes and more toiletries, I watched World Cup games in the bar – between which I enjoyed the Lagavulin venison roast, and after which I enjoyed a dram of Kilchoman. Thanks to a friendly bartender, tonight I learned how to correctly pronounce “Lagavulin” as well as “Bruichladdie”; once I have (hopefully) visited all of the distilleries I just might spill the beans.