"Where are you going?" "Invergarry." "Why?"

So when I said that our hostel was out in the middle of nowhere I wasn't kidding. We took a bus to Inverness today (over an hour long) and when we boarded the bus to go back the driver asked us where we were going and we responded "Invergarry." His response was "Why?". We aren't even sure how to describe Invergarry. It has a "petrol" station, a hotel with bar and restaurant, a bed and breakfast, and a hostel. And that is pretty much it. It is nice and scenic though. We are surrounded by hills and we can get pretty close to chickens and "Highland cows" as Kelley has come to call them or I prefer, "cows with bangs." We went into Inverness early in the afternoon after having a relatively relaxing morning as that family staying at the hostel has many young children that like to make a lot of noise. On the bus ride there, I got stuck in the back behind a group of women in their 50s that were acting drunk. I just assumed it and when they whipped out a bottle of wine and started passing it around it was confirmed. Riding on an hour long bus ride with drunk loud obnoxious women is not as fun as it sounds. We then wandered the town of Inverness for a while where it was of course raining. We stopped and had a late lunch and early dinner at a restaurant called the "Filling Station". It was reasonably priced and somewhat American food. We split calamari and Kelley got pasta while I tried the American hot pizza (minus the chili---not sure what that was all about) that wasn't very spicy at all. We then explored the town, finding a mall and small marketplaces. We went into a souvenir shop where I grew disappointed with my family. Since my last name is Thompson it is pretty obvious that I am British. However, my father is insistent that we are of Scottish descent and absolutely no English descent. So I put off buying Thompson souvenir in England (since we're not English) to buy one from Scotland (where we're supposedly from). But of course, I found out that we misspell our last name from the traditional Scottish name since we put the "p" in it. Yet another case of my family's dysfunctionality. LOL. We also discovered that the UK has "T K MAXX," similar to our "T J MAXX" but with a K...hmmmm. We caught a bus back and stopped at the petrol station to buy a snack/dinner. I bought yet another liter of o.j. and am sitting here drinking it while we listen to two women in the family staying here partake in a cake eating contest. Not sure what that is all about but we'll just have to see. Oh, and we thought we were freezing before in Glasgow. Nope. I'm looking for a parka right now. It is so cold we can see our breath. IN JULY!!!!! WTH.