Even though I was only in Scotland for a few hours I will include it in my journal because I feel like I experienced the nuances of the country and its people enough. I can't remember exactly what town it was when I knew I was in Scotland, but after I head north I was there. I was a pretty marked difference between England. Scotland is all about rolling green hills sparse with trees. It was beautiful because the roads were narrow, the place was so green, and the houses were so scattered. The only people I saw while I was there were old men who would look at me and shake their heads. Maybe shaking heads has a different meaning in Scotland than where I'm from. Where I'm from if you do that it means you don't understand and don't like something, but maybe there it means you think its cool. Or maybe those old Scottish men thought it was silly to be out bike touring.

Although probably most of the people who saw me ride by them when I was in Europe didn't even know I was bike touring because I was carrying so little with me.

After about four hours of riding through the pleasant undulating treelessly lush Scottish countryside I came up on Hadrian's wall and did the little sign-led tour. It was made my the Roman Emperor Hadrian in about 60 AD to keep the Scots away from Britannia. It stretched all the way across the island. The wall looked very well built and didn't look two thousand years old. I walked through the area where there was supposed to have been a little settlement.

I stood atop the wall and looked north, trying to imagine what it must have looked like back in the time of the Romans. One thing is for sure, no Scotsman could have been able to ride up there without being seen, because it was all treeless and the wall was up on a kind of ridge.