Two conspicuous events follow in the otherwise routine itinerary when I first set foot in Inverness on Scottish soil: First, my suitcase remains untraceable - that occurs worldwide and is not considered typical of the country - second, not ten minutes pass, until I meet the first jock in the classic kilt. Tradition, tradition. This does not happen outside Edinburgh's tourist mile every day. Scotland does not differ from Bavaria in this regard. Not everyone - festivals and tourists with peculiar wishes for customization during the autumn months except for them - walks in the shoehorns there.
Immediately I wonder if there are cultural analogies in traditional dress? In addition to the regional differences in appearance and workmanship, each stain of deerskin tells a story, says the Bavarian. And Lederhosen stories are usually full of cheerful marquee events, romance and beer. Every kilt that's what they say, again with the exception of the spoiled low-cost variant, tells us about his pattern of family, clans, regions and who knows that, maybe of ale and whiskey.
In general, we seem to have a lot in common with Bavaria and the Scots. Brothers in spirit and behavior. At the supermarket checkout, I cover up with the essentials, so as not to bother my fellow travelers with unpleasant exhalations due to the circumstances, preventing the change of linen, the cashier grumbles to me: "Weel, yupty today, leave?" "Eh ?! He: "Yupty today? Me: "Yäääs ??" Wrong answer. He shrugs, takes my money and keeps silent. I see, we do not understand each other. Bayern often does not change. To this day, Scots, like Bayer, is considered a rough hillbilly with strange expressions of the national >
Parallels where there are none
Forest, lots of forest, rolling green hills and deep lakes await us as we leave town. Deceptive. Almost like in the foothills of the Alps, water would not be deep black and mysterious, and this cloudy gray in the sky would be interspersed with sky blue instead of white fleecy clouds.
Virgin wool on four legs speckles the lush meadows. Cows, wherever you look but no Bavarian Fleckvieh, but fluffy horned fur cattle, shaggy beasts. The robust "Highland Cows" are considered unpretentious landscape keepers, which even Scottish ski weather can not harm. The generic Bavarian cow draws the short straw in this regard and I schwant, I search doggedly for parallels, where there are none. If a rustic Scottish pub can still catch up with a quaint Bavarian inn and both the sight of the Alps and of the Scottish highlands, a landscape of bog, moss, purple heather, fog and barren mountains, in awe, Bavaria is lacking all around in drama and mysticism.
Monsters, Myths Loch Ness
And then there's even the matter with the monster. Whether you believe in the Loch Ness monster or not, the picturesque home of the Scottish mascot is second to none. A bitter-cold, crystal-clear, yet black and gloomy-looking lake whose tint comes from "peat", as Dan, the Highlander redhead, tells us.
Nessie rarely appears in the 40 km long and 230 m deep waters. With sophisticated underwater technologies, the search will continue anyway. Steve Feltham, the Nessie hunter, has lurked to the monster from the shore since record-breaking 25 years. Is it just another cliché, and is it really Scottish stubbornness or "profoundly enduring"?
I do not go into the monster case, but rather devote myself to the sight of the wild-romantic lake, its glacial glacial upheavals, and the ruined ruins of Urquhart Castle on its own cliff-topped cliffs and bloody history. For centuries, the castle was pillaged and rebuilt (and burned and rebuilt) and eventually demolished. What is left of the castle is perched on the lakeshore. Now only one or the other Viking ship was missing at the jetty and we would wonder if a time jump back to the dark Middle Ages has become possible.
Spook and drama - Scotland and its castles
King Ludwig, our fairy tale king, has created gorgeous castles in megalomania, but whatever you imagine under a castle can be found in Scotland. Tall, pointed towers, thick stone walls, dramatic backdrops, mysterious ruins that make you shudder.
Cawador Castle may be an exception in terms of ghost. The prime example of a Scottish castle is otherwise very close. As a proud fortress, it rises near Inverness, surrounded by enchanted gardens and a mysterious labyrinth. However, the curse of Shakespeare's Macbeth weighs heavily on the building. Cawdor Castle is constantly associated with the play, to the chagrin of the earl of Cawdor and his family. In fact, there is no reasonable link between the castle and King Macbeth. Not even a part of the play by Shakespeare plays there.
However, as befits a faultless Scottish castle, it haunts most of the walls. Even old houses are mainly haunted by ghosts, horrors and hauntings. That might explain why I am sitting in bed at night in the hotel right now, as it shakes the doorknob and the outside light flickers.
But you can tell a Bavarian stubborn skull of a haunting. He would not flinch when a ghost grins his face.
Then we have him clearly, the difference to the Scots and the matter hopefully clarified sufficiently.
Picture Highland Cow: Pixabay