Exciting Honeymoon Idea 2: The Scottish Highlands.

When you think ‘honeymoon’ what comes to mind? White sandy beaches? Luxurious 5 star massage pedicure with Pina Colada? Being waited on hand and foot? Being served hand caught smoked eel off a broad wooden spatula by a local boy called ‘Enrique’ who strokes your hair and tells you everything is going to be OK? Swimming in your favourite spider man underwear whilst the regional Octopi tickle your underbelly with their tentacles and you giggle like a school girl who just saw a monkey eating its own poo? Well yeah, but wouldn’t you like to try something different? Something special to you? Something other people don’t do? Doesn’t that matter? Aren’t you interested in that? Like, at all? What are you, just some slave to your corporate overlords who tell you how to think and how to feel? Well I’m mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this any more.

“I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth; banks are going bust; shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter; punks are running wild in the street, and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it.

We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat. And we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be!

We all know things are bad — worse than bad —¬†they’re crazy.

It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out any more. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we’re living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, “Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials, and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.”

Well, I’m not going to leave you alone.

I want you to get mad!

I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot. I don’t want you to write to your Congressman, because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street.

All I know is that first, you’ve got to get mad.

You’ve gotta say, “I’m a human being, goddammit! My life has value!”

So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out and yell,

“I’m as mad as hell,

and I’m not going to take this any more!!””

So let’s looks at some alternatives to your normal honeymoons. Last wedding I covered they were heading up to Perthshire to stay in a log cabin in the highlands. Just one of the many things to do in Perthshire. (Visit this Trip Advisior thread for more info) You can walk in the amazing hills and stuff. It is a beautiful part of the world, and after the process of planning and having a wedding do you really want to go on some massive plane journey and go on some activity filled holiday. No. You want to go to Scotland and relax in the wilderness.




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