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Scotland's North Coast 500: A high road to the roof of Britain
and savage, lonely and unspoiled, the new 500-mile tourist route is an
enchanting expedition for Mark Rowe and family
of the world's great road trips – the Amalfi Coast, the corniche of the Côte
d'Azur, the Great Ocean Road, the Pacific Coast Highway, Route 66 ... And yet I
haven't even boarded a plane to get my fix of high-road thrills, of driving
into emptiness and – sometimes – thin air. A few hours out of Inverness, my
mind is reeling from a road trip utterly removed from the humdrum suburban
world of bypasses, dual carriageways and motorway traffic jams.
It's taken nearly four hours
to drive barely 40 miles towards and then away from the tiny village of
Lochinver, perched high on the north-west coast of Scotland. The journey has
involved a stomach-lifting, topsy-turvy drive along the B869, a road fetchingly
– and not frivolously – known as the Wee Mad Road of Sutherland, where
switchbacks and severe ups and downs lift us past wild coastal scenery. If we'd
met a supermarket home delivery van, or a lorry with a mischievous satnav, we'd
still be there.
And this is only day one of an epic family road trip around the coastal
fringes of northern Scotland. We're heading clockwise out of Inverness, aiming
for the roof of Britain. The roads have always been there – the Wee Mad Road
feels as though it has been in place since the Picts were in charge – but the
whole circuit has been rebranded as the North Coast 500 (so named because it's
roughly a 500-mile loop) in the hope that more people will be enticed to come
and explore. Not too many, you hope, because a big part of the appeal of this
route is the sheer loneliness, the deranged emptiness, of driving for mile
after mile and not seeing another car. I find it amazing that such space and
solitude still exists on this grand scale in a heavily populated nation.
We join the A894, which does at least pass for a recognisable
road. The scenery is anything but run of the mill. This is a part of Britain
with resonant names that seem to connect with a distant past, ancient regions
called Assynt, Sutherland, Wester Ross, Caithness. The outline of Suilven, the
most alien-like mountain I've seen in Britain, is now behind us, pulling out of
a stretched landscape like a disfigured stegosaurus. Elsewhere, we spot peaks
familiar to National Hunt racing historians, such as Arkle and Foinavon. Stac
Pollaidh could moonlight as the mountain from Close Encounters of the Third
Geologically, it's a blistered landscape – Iceland meets
Patagonia. We head north along a road blasted through rock that has not budged
for millions of years. The defining characteristic at play is Torridonian
sandstone, 700 million years old, and an ancient geology, though a mere babe in
arms compared to the 2.8 billion-year-old gneiss rock that burps out of the
ground, and which is truly impermeable. Let your imagination go, and you can
almost hear the earth groaning.
The colour schemes take us by surprise. Dazzling gorse, the
colour of buttercups, twinkles beside shallow aquamarine coastal waters and the
deep, dark, peaty lochs. When we pause, we can often hear the brisk clatter of
straths and burns tumbling through the endless moors on to the coast. The moors
too, seem to ache with biological decay and thousands of years of waterlogging.
It's a landscape bursting with emptiness.
The route certainly gets a big tick for wilderness and grandeur.
It also deserves full marks for another of those quirks you might wish for in a
great route: the great café in the middle of nowhere. We lift the car over yet
another pass – surprisingly this is the first time we encounter roadside
barriers above a slightly unnerving drop – and spot the northern coast of
Scotland for the first time.
We finally rock up in Durness, the approach tracking a
fabulously wild road that peers into a glen splattered with erratic boulders,
and which seems to have no end to it. We pull up outside Cocoa Mountain, a
chocolatier that would not look out of place on the Grand Place in Brussels. We
drink enormous mugs of creamy hot chocolate and wander on to Sango Bay, a
glorious stretch of beach that would be covered in deckchairs were it
positioned near Blackpool. The children set up the cricket stumps and play what
at that moment is the UK's most northerly test match.
Onwards, eastwards. The inland waterscape is mesmerising: vast
bodies of water, finger-like sea lochs stab inland between the mountains,
replete with more evocative names, such as Loch Eriboll, the Kyle of Tongue.
We are taken by surprise at John O'Groats, which has had a
facelift since my last visit. This is mainly down to the intervention of the
Natural Retreats group, which has refurbished the old John O'Groats Hotel,
painted it in the colours of a Battenberg cake and refurbished the interior
into penthouse apartments. Nearby, the chain's distinctive, aesthetically
pleasing lodges gaze serenely out to sea. The township still has a post office,
a bakers, a decent cup of coffee and a farm shop.
Our other discovery is that for decades pilgrims to John
O'Groats have been hoodwinked: it is neither the most northerly point of the UK
mainland, nor the most north-easterly. We reason this out on a day trip across
to Orkney. As we look back at the mainland, high cliffs tumble into the sea
right along the eyeline. Dunnet Head clearly reaches further north, and to the
east the UK tapers upwards to its north-easterly extremity, Duncansby Head.
Later, we visit Duncansby Head, a mile or two east of John
O'Groats. It looks how the edge of an island nation should look: pointy sea
stacks lurching out of a frothy sea, sheer cliffs, and dramatic clefts in which
seabirds have nervelessly chosen to nest. Great skuas, big and scary and known
locally as bonxies, patrol the skies while puffins huff past.
Close by, we visit the Castle of Mey, the late Queen Mother's
old residence, a textbook castle of honeyed Caithness stone, with an echoing
spiral staircase. Curious touches stand out, such as her drinks cabinet and the
soft-toy Loch Ness monsters that she requested be placed on curtain rails. The small
farm and its chipmunks delight the children.
A sharp right-hand turn by the John O'Groats' farm shop turns us
south for the first time, and the A99 threads through the lonely, vast moors of
Caithness. I wondered if the route might peter out at this point, but instead
the road and its successor, the A9, prove to be one of the world's thrilling
coastal highways, with views far south to the distant Moray Firth.
We are struck by how handsome and vibrant many of the towns are:
Brora (where we pause at Capaldi's Italian ice cream shop), Golspie and
Dornoch, where we make our way to the beach. It's warm enough to sit in shirt
sleeves as our children explore the rock pools. Behind us, perhaps six miles
distant are rocky peaks smothered in snow, even now, in high summer.
We close in on Inverness, for a breathtaking finale, driving
alongside the Cromarty Firth where we're taken aback by the vast, doleful
collection of oil rigs that have been positioned in the firth's deep waters,
awaiting deployment or a refit. Then, a quick skip across the Kessock Bridge,
which arcs gracefully across the Moray Firth, and we've come, if not full
circle, then full loop.
My wife turns to me. “We've missed something,” she says.
“Tantrums”. Some of our friends considered us mad for taking three children in
a car on such a road trip with no electronic devices to distract them. But
perhaps it was proof that big beaches, big scenery and big hot chocolates are
sufficient to keep even the most fidgety of passengers happy.
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summer, my Royal Air Maroc flight from Casablanca landed at Malabo
International Airport in Equatorial Guinea, and I completed a 50-year mission:
I had officially, and legally, visited every recognized country on earth. This means 196
countries: the 193 members of the United Nations, plus Taiwan, Vatican City,
and Kosovo, which are not members but are, to varying degrees, recognized as
independent countries by other international actors. In five decades of
traveling, I’ve crossed countries by rickshaw, pedicab, bus, car, minivan, and
bush taxi; a handful by train (Italy, Switzerland, Moldova, Belarus, Ukraine,
Romania, and Greece); two by riverboat (Gabon and Germany); Norway by coastal
steamer; Gambia and the Amazonian parts of Peru and Ecuador by motorized canoe;
and half of Burma by motor scooter. I rode completely around
Jamaica on a motorcycle and Nauru on a bicycle. I’ve also crossed three small
countries on foot (Vatican City, San Marino, and Liechtenstein)…
Norwegian air will offer soon
(cheap flights) one way ticket only 69$ from U.S. airports to Europe in
early 2017. Norwegian air Chief Executive Officer, said that in an interview
Tuesday. Europe's third biggest
budget airline is considering flights to Edinburgh and Bergen, Norway from U.S.
airports that have a few to no global service, such as New York's Westchester
County Airport and Connecticut's Bradley International Airport Median prices on such routes
are likely to be nearer to $300 round trip, compared with many of the
Norwegian's fears that feed more than $500 today because of higher fees levied
by busier airports. The possible designs are
part of the Norwegian's broader move to cut prices and take share from
traditional flag carriers that dominate trans-Atlantic flying. While airlines such as
Deutsche Lufthansa AG offer travelers hundreds of destinations via connections
in airport hubs, Norwegian is aiming to create a nonstop service to small
cities that strad…