109 - thu 17 aug - fort william/glasgow

after a few days of drizzle today we had some sunshine in the morning, allowing our tent to thoroughly dry out. we packed up everything, went into town for coffee and to make some calls to home. then we headed to glasgow.

after some killer peak hour traffic in the city we eventually got to the tourist office quite late in the day and asked them for help finding a campsite. they directed us to a camp ground in a suburb called stepps, about 10 minutes out of town. we had some trouble finding it and then when we did find it we felt like we had found trouble. the place seemed dodgy. people leered at us. our bright red number plate, our shiny citroen, and our big fat 'F' on the back of the car that denoted us as frenchies through and through. we felt conspicuous; and this campsite felt like a scary rundown trailerpark. we couldn't find reception. suddenly feeling all middle class we abandoned stepps and scampered back to the tourist office, booking ourselves in to a hotel right in the middle of town. we ate pasta at a nearby italian restaurant.