Scotland is such a lovely place. Why is where you live nice
If it’s not Scottish, it’s CRAP!
~~interesting… Many highlanders settled in my state and it
is tradition to have bagpipes played for every parade…
We’ve got the mountains and the coast… and I couldn’t do
without them…
Because it ain’t Scotland.
Well, shit. My remark up there comes off as a bit snide. That was not my intent. My apologies.
I love my country (NZ) because there are parts that look like Scotland. And others that can look like virtually any country on Earth. But one day, I have to visit Scotland. My grandfather was born near Braemar.
Among my favourite possessions – a piece of Scotland, some Jurassic rock with ammonites.
Echoing Ice Wolf, I too want to get to Scotland some day. My Dad’s father was born near Petercoulter, and I’d love to tour the area (and also wear my kilt on the royal mile in Edinburgh).
<aside> New Zealand’s most southern major city is named Dunedin, the Celtic form of Edinburgh, and was originally going to be named New Edinburgh. Many Scots settled in the area, and NZ’s only castle stands on the hills above the city. I’ve been there when a heavy fog had rolled in, leaving the valleys deep in mist and as we drove towards Larnach castle it suddenly loomed up in front of us… all up a most memorable experience. </aside>
New Zealand has the whole gamut of geography that you’ll find elsewhere, just sorta scaled down and closer together (one of the reasons it’s good to film here, you can find ocean, rivers, mountains, desert and volcanic areas within a few hours drive).
One of the most spectacular areas I’ve been through is the Waimangu volcanic valley formed less than 120 years ago when Mt. Tarawera erupted. Inferno crater, with its steaming and startling blue water looks like the ideal giant spa pool… until you realise the water has a lower pH than battery acid. :eek: I’d recommend the area to anyone visiting New Zealand (or if you already live here), its a truly amazing area to explore.
I live in the most beautiful place in the world.
I live in a gorgeous city, with glittering towers and glorious old churches ringing huge oases of green.
I live approximately 1 mile from a pyramid, next to one of the world’s largest rivers. I’ve never been to Egypt.
I’ve visited Scotland. It is indeed quite lovely. Can’t say the same about where I live, unfortunately. But this is a beautiful planet; many places to visit.
Why I think Oregon is nice:
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Beautiful mountains. Lots and lots of mountains. Today as I was driving home, I could see Mt. Hood in the rearview mirror. Stunning sight. I lived in Florida until I was ten years old. They don’t have stuff like this there, and I still have not gotten used to the sight of Mt. Hood, a volcanic peak which you can see in this picture taken from Portland, the metro area where I live. I love mountains so much that I have at least seven pictures of regional mountain peaks on the wall in my apartment.
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The Columbia River Gorge is one of the most scenic spots around. Waterfalls abound along the length of the gorge; Multnomah Falls is my personal favorite.
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Beautiful coasts. I’m afraid these particular pictures don’t quite do it justice.
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Crater Lake. 'Nuff said.
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The people are generally laid back and pleasant. Except when there are too many on the highways that are afraid to touch their gas pedals.
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The climate is actually quite good when you consider where we are. Portland is almost on the same latitude as Minneapolis, but the winters here aren’t nearly as cold and severe. The summers are never humid, and heat waves (when they occur) tend to be brief.
Oregon isn’t a perfect place. But it’s close enough for me. 
I live in Norway.
'Nuff said. 
Hawaii has some awesome things.
– Women walk around the streets of my hometown (Waikiki) in bikinis 365 days a year, 366 on leap years.
– I get to take hikes along the top of these cliffs. And holy hell let me tell you that is an awesome sight with the crisp clean wind whipping past you at 25 to 30 miles an hour. Ooh, and see that peak in the first pic? I played chess on that.
– And if I choose to go on a hike and take a nap in the woods nothing will kill me. No spider or snake bites. No lions, tigers or bears.
– Ooh and come August the forests turn into a banquet for me. Guavas, strawberry guavas, mangoes, liliquoit(I can’t spell it but I can eat it), lychee, avacados. On the big island we used to sneak macadamia nuts, sugar cane. And berries of all kinds. Do you know how exciting it is to be on a long hike, all hot and sweaty and there, up ahead off the trail is the biggest, juciest thimbleberry? It’s heaven.
– Plus my two nieces live here and they are, without a doubt, the sweetest things under the sun.
P.S. I’ve never been to Scotland (I’m 1/64th Scottish), the closest I’ve come was Cosgrove in Northamptonshire and let me tell you. Britain is one of those few places which and as green as Hawaii. Yeah yeah the mainland can be green but theses places take it to a whole other level.
What a wonderful, amazing,beautiful world we live in.
Yeah well, it’s green cos it’s f**king wet.
The beauty for me, here, is not only the lushness but the ancient countryside itself - understanding that each out of place dip or bump means something whether it’s an unexcavated Bronze Age settlement, a burial Barrow, a Roman earthwork…could be anything.
Remembering that we’re living amongst so much human history just always blows me away.
See, I know Scotland’s beautiful. I lived there my whole life. But now? Now I’m in London. Which is many things, but not beautiful. Or green. Or hilly. And it doesn’t rain enough. Not like back home. (OK, it rained on Sunday. You know that permanent drizzle that doesn’t look too bad but can soak you to your skin on the way to the shops? I loved that. I was outside in a T-shirt like a scalded cat off a hot griddle. Don’t ask me how I know. I just do.) I felt refreshed and cleansed.
I’m losing my accent in an attempt to be understood by the troglodyte denizens of this benighted hell-hole. (No offence.) When I go back, they think I’m English. English! That’s both insulting and dangerous. Others think I’m Irish. Which is OK. Except I hate people who pretend to be Irish. Some say New Zealand, some say South Africa. I can’t explain that. Some people are just crazy.
For the price of a two-bedroom flat here, I could by a luxury home in Scotland.
And yes, I chose to come here. To get a job. That’s fine. But if anyone wants to quote that pratt, Dr Johnson, I will shove a thistle up their jacksie just for being unoriginal.
Slovenia and Lithuania, if you can get there, are also very, very attractive countries.
AMR
Would that be Memphis? Er, um, Tennessee?
I live in Ireland. It’s lovely. I walk in the mountains a lot.
But if you come here, don’t waste your time on scenery. The beer won’t drink itself.