Pitlochry

That night we pressed on to Pitlochry, a quaint little town in the highlands. We decided to go there after reading this article in the NY Times about independent whisky bottlers in Scotland. The distillery is owned by the Signatory bottling company, which sells all kinds a rare whiskies from all over, available to sample in the tasting room. It was a fun tour. Lo and behold, I found out that I prefer the peaty, smoky whiskies of Islay to the other types. Voila!

The dude in the kilt at the entrance was our tour guide.
We made it!
The stream on the grounds is used to cool the whisky after the distilling process.
OK, so we got a little drunk from the tasting.Below is the town of Pitlochry, highland tourist uber-mecca. The night we were there we went out to a local pub for a round of pool, and we got to watch Scots get drunk and sing karaoke. B's karaoke standard is some old country-rock song that wasn't on their list of available tunes, and I would only sing if he sang, so we chickened out of the singing. Those Scots didn't know what they were missing.

There is no shortage of sheep schwag in that town.