Living on the shores of Loch Ness has shown me the power of media and the stupidity of tourism - they all come here to see the monster!! The monster, whose existence is highly debatable and not very plausible..but we all need some wonders and magic, some stories to believe in.
And then comes another coach full of Asian people to take a picture of themselves standing on the shore of Loch Ness. Wow..that's truly impressive..
With exception of picturesque scenery, there's not much in here. It's a tiny village with a garage and two shops. A post office. Handful of souvenir shops, few takeaways and cafes, which are mainly open in the summer. Plus 5-6 pubs to meet all the different needs.
I can count myself to be a regular in a small and tacky workers pub where I usually end up with my housemates. And by housemates I mean the crazy people sharing the staff accommodation in our hotel's loft. There's an absolute nutter Australian girl with evidential interest in same gender. She's great fun. She enjoys her daily drink.
A Scottish lad with Backstreet Boys obsession. He's a genuinely nice guy who enjoys his daily drink. An undiscovered dance talent.
A Slovakian girl who can't make her private life enough public as it is already. She's a trustworthy companion who enjoys her daily drink.
We also have an experienced Polish climber whose expedition stories are systematically avoided, a quiet ex soldier from Hungary, another Scots who clearly thinks he's the God's best present to women in the whole wide world...let him think so in peace. Plus few more people with interesting and not so very interesting stories to share.
I've been officially declared to be a weirdo and therefore asked to company all the pub trips which tells me one thing and one thing only - from the moment the title Weirdo was attached to my name, I knew I'm in. I'm part of them now. A part of a gang of weirdos who can't find a way home even for Christmas.. And it makes me happy. I don't have to pretend anymore.
Before I came here, my former colleagues warned me not to make any jokes for at least a month. I really tried..but wasn't very successful..But it seems that they don't mind me of who I am. Bless them!
And then comes another coach full of Asian people to take a picture of themselves standing on the shore of Loch Ness. Wow..that's truly impressive..
With exception of picturesque scenery, there's not much in here. It's a tiny village with a garage and two shops. A post office. Handful of souvenir shops, few takeaways and cafes, which are mainly open in the summer. Plus 5-6 pubs to meet all the different needs.
I can count myself to be a regular in a small and tacky workers pub where I usually end up with my housemates. And by housemates I mean the crazy people sharing the staff accommodation in our hotel's loft. There's an absolute nutter Australian girl with evidential interest in same gender. She's great fun. She enjoys her daily drink.
A Scottish lad with Backstreet Boys obsession. He's a genuinely nice guy who enjoys his daily drink. An undiscovered dance talent.
A Slovakian girl who can't make her private life enough public as it is already. She's a trustworthy companion who enjoys her daily drink.
We also have an experienced Polish climber whose expedition stories are systematically avoided, a quiet ex soldier from Hungary, another Scots who clearly thinks he's the God's best present to women in the whole wide world...let him think so in peace. Plus few more people with interesting and not so very interesting stories to share.
I've been officially declared to be a weirdo and therefore asked to company all the pub trips which tells me one thing and one thing only - from the moment the title Weirdo was attached to my name, I knew I'm in. I'm part of them now. A part of a gang of weirdos who can't find a way home even for Christmas.. And it makes me happy. I don't have to pretend anymore.
Before I came here, my former colleagues warned me not to make any jokes for at least a month. I really tried..but wasn't very successful..But it seems that they don't mind me of who I am. Bless them!
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