From Clachan, we went on to Tayinloan and then took a ferry to the isle of Gigha, where we stayed overnight. Dinner in Gigha was one of the best meals of the trip (despite a scathing newspaper review from earlier in the summer).
Faced with a choice between getting a massage at the local spa or renting bikes after the day's walk, Sarah and I made the mistake of renting bikes. We had a vague idea that this would be a fun and easy way to see the island. It was not quite as relaxing as we imagined. My thighs, already stressed from the day's walk, screamed in agony on the hills. There's only one road, and we started from our hotel heading south. We made it all the way to the south end of the island, where there's a wind farm, and then turned around. A local told us that the north end of the island is most worth seeing ("more wild" he said), so we went back past our hotel, and quite a ways toward the north end of the island. We passed many farms (with slurry on the road before them), went up and down, around curves left and right... Ultimately, as yet another large hill loomed before us, and we still could not see where the island would finally end, we decided to call it quits.
On the way back, I had to stop and take a picture of this place in Gigha, since the home of our senior pastor (a large 5th Avenue apartment) is also known as "The Manse":
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