M and I would fly from Stuttgart, Steph would fly from Newark, and Al and Liv from Chicago. We actually found flights on three different airlines arriving in Edinburgh within two hours of each other - and departing within about three hours. We hadn't expected that!
M went through ADAC (the German automobile club) to book a guaranteed Mercedes SUV with unlimited miles and paid several hundred Euros for that guarantee. Unfortunately their supplier (the rental car company) didn't honor that guarantee, so we ended up with a Range Rover Sport with a mileage limit, but more on that in another post. The most important thing was that we and all our luggage fit, plus the groceries we picked up at the Tesco in Oban. It was a tight squeeze, but it worked - though I'm glad as hell I didn't have to drive it!
|Waiting for the rental car. Liv didn't love the long flight.|
We'd learned that Liv tends to get carsick, but it just happened that we would never be on the road for more than 90 minutes at a stretch as long as traffic cooperated and we didn't make any wrong turns. M had pre-programmed Katja (our GPS/Navi) with all the addresses we needed, and except for a few times when she played silly buggers with us, taking us down a road M would have rather not traveled, she served us well.
Packing was another challenge. Liv is an over-packer, so my daughter told Al they'd have to pack in one suitcase. I think he had 7 cubic inches of space to call his own, plus a duffle bag he used as a carry-on. Steph has traveled internationally often enough to be able to pack lightly, but her suitcase was still a good size. At the last minute I decided to switch from my normal suitcase to a large carry-on, because I am the queen of packing lightly, especially when we're going somewhere with a washing machine. And yet I still had two shirts I never wore (one was a tank top - go figure.).
For our week on the Isle of Mull we'd booked a self-catering flat, where we planned to prepare breakfasts, lunches, and most dinners. That required a stop at Tesco in Oban (already programmed into Katja from our 2015 trip) to get everything but meat and milk products. We were already crammed in the car, but everyone besides M took a bag at their feet or on their lap.
|Dunollie Castle, Oban - seat of the MacDougall clan|
M's mother is a McDowell (one of the MacDougall septs).
|The locals do not get out of our way, nor should they have to.|
In the next post I'll tell about our three accommodations, all of which we highly recommend!