Goldring Travel’s 2016 Culinary & Cultural (Food & Wine) Cruise on the Seabourn Quest – Part V (Kirkwall, Ullapool, Whiskey and the Kindness of a Stranger)
|Highland Park Distillery, Kirkwall, Scotland|
|Highland Park Distillery’s Bonded Warehouse|
This is where the aging is done. The days of the unique painted
labels (on the right) have been replaced by bar-coding (on the left)
but the product remains the same.
|Highland Park Distillery’s beautiful stills.|
It was an interesting discussion on what angle leaving the still
is best when making whiskey
|Goldring Travel’s Culinary & Cultural Cruise|
Enjoying an Exclusive Whiskey Tasting
at Highland Park Distillery
|Helgi’s Pub – Kirkway, Scotland|
|Helgi’s Pub – Kirwall, Scotland|
|Goldring Travel’s Culinary & Cultural Cruise|
is not just about consuming food and wine,
but the culture: Here sitting in a real pub with real people
and enjoying a local beer or two
|The Best Fish & Chips…with really tasty Mushy Peas|
|A gourmet take on Bubble & Squeak with scallops|
(leftover vegetables with potatoes)
And I could not resist the Sticky Toffee Pudding. (I ordered it with cream, but the waitress, with a sparkle in her eye said, “You want it with ice cream”. I said, “I do?” and she replied, “You do!” She was, of course, right.)
|Sticky Toffee Pudding…with the recommended ice cream|
After lunch a stroll around Kirkwall completed our day…and a great day it was.
|Seabourn Quest anchored off Ullapool, Scotland|
The next day brought us to the lovely little town of Ullapool, Scotland; a hidden gem introducing us to the Scottish Highlands. With a soft rain being omnipresent, one would think the place dreary and dank. It was, quite to my surprise, anything but!
|The brilliant green glowed against the grey skies in Ullapool, Scotland|
I disembarked the tender and went into the local information tent. There I was met by an utterly charming, if not incredibly cheeky, woman with a little grey woolen cap, bright eyes and a huge smile. I asked her if there were any hiking trails…and this Irish transplant let me know it was going to be an interesting day. (And, of course, her cohorts did nothing but encourage her banter.)
|Start Here…not “there”!|
She handed me a map for the Ullapool Hill Path telling me there is a very nice loop trail. It, very clearly, showed a “Start Here”, but noooo, that was not where I was to start; Edel insisting that I was to start behind the town’s gas station though the map showed no entry point and no trail there. This led me to believe (sort of) I was being set up as an innocent tourist being taken advantage of. (Next thing I thought was that she would be telling me where I could find the nests of some wild Haggis.) And the laughs just kept coming.
Our “discussion” was interrupted by a very rude man from the ship who insisted she call him a taxi; though in this tiny town the taxi wasn’t going to be available until mid-afternoon. His selfish urgency could have ruined the moment, but Edel told him to wait until she was finished with me…and she wasn’t finished! (I ran into him the next day as well…and he has “rude” well practiced. Oh well, his loss!)
|An absolutely beautiful walk by the river in Ullapool, Scotland|
But before I describe my hike, I want to pause and mention that many times I hear an urgency of “What tour should I take?”; especially in small or otherwise unfamiliar ports. I believe that in most cases those tiny and unfamiliar ports are hidden gems and the places that we, as travelers, are supposed to embrace. Ullapool and its people oh so perfectly prove that point!
I headed off with one couple from my group (now friends who have done many cruises, including Seabourn World Cruises) and found the river and an amazingly beautiful path with wild strawberries, raspberries and cherries as delicious snacks – of course picked at a height above that of a dog…for obvious reasons) as the wildflowers and omnipresent natural beauty amazed us; the soft rain and light making everything look that much prettier and the colors more intense.
At the end of the river path we headed back towards town and saw the infamous sign for the actual start of the Ullapool Hill Path. Saying goodbye to my friends it was a really wonderful hike up the “hill” (known as a mountain, except, I guess, in the Scottish Highlands) with yet more beautiful wildflowers, thick patches of heather and as I got higher, fantastic views.
|Hiking up Ullapool “Hill” in the Scottish Highlands|
(Seabourn Quest and Ullapool in the background)
But just to make sure I wasn’t too full of myself having climbed this “hill” just as I was about 90% of the way, one of the Seabourn waiters, Dawid, comes bounding up behind me hardly breathing. He was kind, however, and walked the last bit with me at a pace probably a bit slow for him.
|“Culinary & Cultural” – The Scots fry everything|
Here: Fried Haggis and Fried Black Pudding
with an Irn Bru
So with my Scottish delicacies I headed back to the Seabourn Quest tender…or so I thought. There was Edel ready to once again pounce on this gentle soul. “What are you doing with an Irn-Bru?! And what’s that you are eating?” Round 2 of banter began, but ended when she said, “If it wasn’t raining so much I would take you for a ride and show you the area.” I said “Let’s do it anyway.” And we did…right after she threw out my haggis and black pudding! So for about an hour we drove along the water’s edge and viewing this absolutely beautiful area and with wonderful local flare.
My time in Ullapool had come to an end, so with a fond farewell, I returned to the Seabourn Quest after an absolutely fantastic day.
After arriving I heard a number of complaints that due to the rain and clouds the tours to see the Scottish Highlands were disappointing. Now I don’t expect most Seabourn guests to hike a mountain, or hop in a car with a total stranger, but chatting with the locals can be far more rewarding and a far more personal experience than listening to a tour guide on a bus. At least it is for me!