I am really torn on this one - conflicting emotions and memories good and bad. Took a wrong turn once, looking for the passport office in Glasgow. It made Kinshasa look like Midsomer Norton. Vile people sitting in doorsteps, pissed, and a truly disgusting few hours.
But.
But. But. But. I also did a Det to Plockton many years ago. Flew around the Western Highlands for a week, and got rather un-sober in the Kyle of Lochalsh. Breathtaking beauty, crystal clear sea and golden sandy beaches. Friendly locals, great beer, and I did not want to leave.
A country of contrast, for sure.
Economically it may not make sense to keep them, but it is a beautiful place, no doubt. Then again I went out with a beautiful girl once who did not work, and liked to drain my wallet every chance she got. She was dumped.
Think I just answered my own question
