We're here

Alright, first update since we left. Carl left way early on Saturday, I left latter in the afternoon. The plan was to meet in the Glasgow airport. The flights were uneventful, my dad thought I was going to miss one of my connections, but that went fine. At the Glasgow airport (in Scotland, right before our flight to the Island my dad grew up) I went to pick up my bag. I was supposed to recheck it in before the flight. After waiting for a while I saw Carl's bag, which wasn't supposed to be there, and no sight of mine, which was. It turned out that while I had made all of my connecting flights, my bag had not, it was still somewhere in Ireland. Carl's on the other hand was checked all the way through to Stornaway, but someone had taken it off by mistake. After filing a missing bag report I left Carl's with a baggage guy and it was sent to our flight.
The plane we flew on to Stornaway was tiny, 33 seats total. It was only a short flight, but after 16 hours of travelling for myself and 25 for Carl we were pretty much done with planes. My Aunt picked us up at the airport then we stopped by briefly for a visit at my Gran's. She recently had knee surgery which is the first thing to slow her down in 89 years. Of course she was upset that we were travelling on a Sunday, the Lords day, and made a point to tell us how they have fought very hard here on the Island to keep the sabbath holy, not allowing the commercial people corrupt the locals. She then interrogated Carl about his ancestors and where he's from. She is quite a unique woman, very set in her ways. After dinner we walked down to my cousin's house and chatted with them for a bit. By the time we left it was 10 pm, and we were dead tired from being on the go for over a day. Because the island is at about 58 degrees latitude (further north than Moscow, just south of Anchorage) it stays light very late during the summer. As we were walking home it looked as though it was only maybe 5 in the afternoon. It would really get dark until about midnight, and then light again by 3 am. Next weekend, with the longest day of the year, there will barely be a dark moment, maybe lasting about an hour. Its a little weird to experience, but I'd guess it would be even more odd in the winter when there's so little light.
Ok, well, we're here (minus my luggage), safe, and ready to have a rockin' good time.
-Macleod
p.s. Pictures comming soon