People kept saying "the people in Ireland are Lovely", but I didn't imagine. It was kinda like coming back home to a mate from high school. I lined up for the ferry across to Ireland and within 10 minutes this other motorcycle rider offered to have me come to his house and spend the night. As it turns out there is quite a motorcycle scene here and he knows of a few races happening soon. These tiny winding roads? Could be fun. I checked to see if I had reception on my phone when we got to his house. It said 11:11. From a purely superstitious perspective, I have heard that that means you are going through a gateway. Really excited to see what comes my way in near and distant future. I miss you all.

The loch ness monster and more

"Hello Mister Josh, Do you have a motorcycle?", "yes" I said. "Could you come down to the front office?". Oh crap, what is it. I went to the front desk and found two of Scotlands finest waiting to question me. Briefly I thought it must be about all those speed cameras that they have hidden every 10 miles. "Do you own a 2009 KLR 650?", "yes". "We found the bike down the street a mile or so". It seems that some kids thought it to be ok to take it for a joy ride. There it was just as if I had left it there. Everything still intact. I thought "surely I don't have to worry about my bike being stolen in the U.K." I am really going to laugh if this is the only place that it gets stolen.
After a couple of days for the fingerprinting process, I got my bike back. Northwest Scotland is some of the prettiest scenery I have seen so far. The people really begin to warm up also. I spent the next day riding along Loch ness. I did not see Nessie. Only a hand sticking out of the water in the shape of a head. This picture is one of the many castles in the area situated on Lochness. Rainbow anybody?