Way out

We cycled to Armadale and took the ferry to Mallaig. Made a round, so to speak. In Mallaig the train just came in. Bert had disappeared in a flash. I did not understand where he had gone, only surprised at the mass of travelers. What were all those people doing in a village like Mallaig. Only then did I see a man in a cape resembling a Harry Potter character. It was the steam train. Bert came back; he had taken a photo. I actually miss quite a lot.

In the meantime I had received a message about the room I had booked in the Lochailort Inn. The business is not open. We hadn't taken that into account at all. We searched all over the internet but found nothing.
Without certainties, we went cycling anyway, with the intention of asking here and there. Here and there meant a hotel with bunkhouse next door in Arisaig, but they couldn't help us. We decided to cycle as far as possible, even to Fort William, but when we passed the canceled hotel and checked the train timetable, we decided to take the train. Bert booked a room just outside Fort William when we already were on the train.

Hotel with nice view. I like that.
We decide to go to the museum tomorrow and then the day after tomorrow to take the train back to Lochailort station and cycle back to Fort William from there. Now it seems very unfinished, our bike ride.