Scotland - The Aftermath

 

Passengers

I had a terrific time sailing in Scotland, but I got home really knackered, as they say over there.

The time during most of the voyage had been a little bit dreamy, time and rhythms cut off from normal life and tied to the working of the ship. Foreign languages and barriers in communication contributed to the sense of out of time. We didn't have cell phone (and thus internet) access all the time, and rarely below in our cabins. On deck when anchored in port there was usually some coverage, so first and last thing in the day. I wanted to know the Vice Presidential candidate selection, so at least once a day I tried to pull up the NY Times app. I was startled one morning when the lead picture on the app on my phone was a graph of the stock market plunging down, down, down. I shared it with my fellow passengers, but my reaction, cut off from any possible actual response, was to shrug and let things just shake out on their own. I actually heard about the VP selection from a group text from friends. I read a little bit about the guy, and the next day enjoyed a brief time on Threads reading a series of "Tim Walz is the guy who..." jokes, stressing how he is the nice guy, the understanding father, the one you can rely on to be kind and come through in a crisis. It was fun to share in the zeitgeist with my friends back home, but most of my attention stayed on the here and now on the ship. None of the jokes or memes could be translated for my fellow passengers, I tried and failed miserably to their puzzled polite smiles.

Our last day on the ship had a "last day" vibe all day, a bit intangible. People were packing, thinking about their next plans, etc. It also was extremely rough, through very strong winds and big irregular waves, for a few hours, so for the first and only time I declined to help with the ship handling, but sat it out indoors in the dining salon until things calmed down. I had all kinds of feelings about that, but I'm sure it was the right choice for me. Sometime the previous day I had pulled a muscle or something in my shoulder, and that was part of my decision.

Party Time with the crew

We had a farewell party and dinner, anchored out in the harbor at Oban. There was a lot of gaiety from the young crew, some of whom were going to be changed out for relief crew the next day. Apparently one of the navigation devices had the date wrong (a software bug, otherwise it worked fine, they said) and thought it was Christmas Eve, so we had Christmas in August as the theme. They decorated the dining salon with lights and greenery and gave each other presents, while the captain and passengers looked on with indulgent smiles.

The next morning was all business - finishing packing, hasty breakfast, (the cook was one of those leaving the ship), and a last bout of pulling on lines to set the ship up for docking at the town dock in Oban. All of us (the passengers) got off. Five of them, the family of four and Swiss Rudi, were taking the same noon train as me to Glasgow, though I was the only one going right on to Edinburgh. We had all of our luggage, and it was the same intermittent drizzle as ever. After a brief burdened stroll through the very interesting and scenic old town, we piled all of our bags under a big umbrella in an open-air eatery close to the train station. Being together meant we could take turns making forays out and about during the couple of hours we spent waiting, to shops, to the take-out seafood place (fresh prawns, yum!), to buy provisions for the journey. 

The town of Oban looked worth
spending more time in

Boarding the train was a scrum, but we all managed to sit more-or-less together. The scenery from Oban to Glasgow was terrific! We went through forests, and through a series of long, narrow, deep lochs, and around minor mountains. At one point, they made all of us get off our train and walk along the platform to another, longer, train for the rest of the trip to Glasgow. Again a scrum, and I got separated from the group, into a different car (but at least seated, not everyone was). I had the day before used WhatsApp to send some pictures to Anna, (my only phone contact in the group) and so I sent her a message letting her know I was on board, and would look for them in Glasgow. Sadly, the train was late into Glasgow and so I had to run for my train. They were all there, and I said hasty goodbyes, but there was no time to exchange contact info (why hadn't we done that?) and off I went.

The train to Edinburgh was modern, but also crowded with standing folks, though I secured a seat. On arrival in Edinburgh, I was astounded at the crowds, as the August festivals were in full swing. I hadn't seen so many people in a while! I hopped right in a cab and went to the airport area hotel. It was elegant, posh, hushed, full of grey-on-grey-accented with black straight lines and minimalist decor. My plan was to head to the adjacent village for a pub dinner (it had been long time since harborside seafood) but after I got to the room I just deflated from the adrenaline that had fueled me so far. I realized every single muscle in my body ached and I was starving and exhausted. I did room service, didn't even finish the beer I had ordered, showered and fell into bed. 

The trip home was uneventful. The flight didn't leave until noon, so I had time for a full Scottish breakfast at the hotel before the airport, egg, sausage, bacon, black pudding, the whole nine yards. On the plane, I watched a movie (All of Us Strangers), read, dozed, napped. I Ubered home, as no family was available to pick me up. Bixby climbed up on the back of a chair and flung himself into my arms! I managed to stay awake until 8:30 pm, and slept through the night.

When I woke in my own bed (at about 4 am) I realized that many of the aches and pains had subsided, but my shoulder was on fire. Now, a few days later, I have sorted out many bruises and twinges, but clearly my shoulder is messed up. I have a PT appointment on Monday, and hopefully they will be able to help. 

I'm settling down now to a time to turn inward, to take care of me. No trips planned, some good family time with our girl in town for the next few weeks, a garden to tend, dogs to walk, farmer's markets to visit, an election to avoid thinking about (except for money). I can still do adventures, but I do need to allow recovery time from them. My weight the morning after I got home was alarming, tied for all time high, and I want to do something about it. At my last physical, my cholesterol was higher than in the past, and I bargained with my doctor I could lower it back down with lifestyle changes, versus going on a drug. My followup appointment, the reckoning, is in October. Fitness is, as always, a primary focus. I can do hard things, but I'm going to opt out of most of them for a while. Such a privilege to be able to do so!

I plan to eat a lot of vegetables.
This is zucchini and peppers from my garden,
with onions and a little minced leftover pork