(Update from Pitlochry)
Thursday, May 18, to Pitlochry
More on the Chinese in a moment, let’s keep the narrative linear (oh but look at those pretty flowers, and the movement out of the corner of my eye, and what was I going to say?).
Today was a short hike of only 8 miles. But again, my back is killing me, and I’ve not been eating.
Okay back to the Chinese. Here is what was driving me forward to Pitlochry. What I was focused on and dreamed of for two days. My constant companion in my thoughts. My obsession that made me put one foot in front of the other:
I discovered Pitlochry had a Chinese take-out restaurant and I was Jonesing for it big time. As I said I have not been eating. Can’t force myself to take in as many calories as I need. But Chinese? I could eat Asian food five days a week and the other two? Chow Mein.
I arrived in Pitlochry around 13:00 or so. There is really one main drag through town, the high street, Atholl.It’s a lovely town and very popular with tourists. I had the address for my B&B and the Chinese restaurant memorized and they were not terribly far from each other. I was looking for the Bamboo Garden but they had changed their name to Lucky Diamond. Lucky for me I asked around.
But there it was. And they opened at 15:30. I was a bit (well, a bunch) light headed from my hike with no fuel in my belly, I decided to chill out a bit across the street. Had I held out my hat, I know I could have scored a quid or two. I’m not entirely certain what a wanker is but several people passing by called me that. I assume that is a sign of respect for a hiker on TGOC.
In time, I saw someone open the door and go in to prepare for the day and walked across the street to see if he had a menu. The guy obliged me and as I walked out the door with menu in had, something happened. A few minutes later I feel a tap on my shoulder and hear the guy asking if I am okay? I open my eyes and find I have slumped down in the doorway, take out menu in hand, with a queue of deliveries asking if they can walk over the old white guy (that being me). I assured him I was fine and floated across the street to my rucksack and sticks.
Made it to my B&B, checked in and they were not ready for me for another couple hours. Had minestrone soup and a pizza down the street in anticipation of the Chinese to come.
They opened at 15:30 and I was there at 15:45. And then, I ate. Wonton soup, pork fried rice. Later I stopped by for more. I gourged. I regained some strength.
The Chinese saved my life.