One day we got invited to go to the Highland Games with some of the Scottish YSA. From my understanding there are lots of gatherings like these throughout the year at different locations, but this one was held in Balloch, near Loch Lomond. We invited James, a British guy on our floor who was doing some sort of internship for the summer. He was a character...I'm not kidding you when I say he hung pictures of himself modeling on the walls of his bedroom. Yeah, kind of a tool, but whatever. We took the bus to the train station where we met up with a girl from the Glasgow ward. Then we made the trip up to Balloch just in time for the opening ceremonies.
We happily wasted a few pounds on air brushed tattoos.
I can't remember what these things were called...keanu...kanganu...I don't remember. I think they were going for a mix between canoe and kayak. So we kayakanoed around an inlet of Loch Lomond for a while. It was a lot of fun!
These dang life jackets were impossible to get off by yourself. And they smelled horrendous. But it was worth it.
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