Another day on Scottish roads

After a phone call with a friend last night I decided to read a little (Men's search for meaning) but soon gave up because my eyes grew more and more heavy with each paragraph.

Today I had to search a little longer for a camping spot. I guess the west coast of Scotland is not just my favourite part.

I drove through lush green valleys, suddenly changing to rough rocky terrain and ending in smooth interwoven green hills.
It is, at least for me, almost impossible to describe the beauty of this place.

We must not forget the shit roads as well. By the end of this trip I my just need another car. But the people make up for it with their friendliness!
Everybody seems to wave at you. I first discovered to kind of behaviour when I rode through Ireland. In the beginning I thought they mistaken me with somebody else but they hadn't.

I wonder if this is a conspiracy by the Scottish Travel Agency against the common Traveller to make them feel welcome!?