Scotland long weekends – Stirling – Barra – Oban without a car

Starting in Stirling, a car-free long weekend in the west of Scotland that includes the only commercial flight in the world that lands on a beach, a ferry ride to Oban, the seafood capital of Scotland and a wee train home.


Day 1Stirling to Barra

🚌 6.57am Megabus service M8  Stirling to Glasgow Buchanan Bus Station – arrives approx 7.45am (approx £7pp advance booking essential)

Megabus – Stirling to Glasgow


🚌 8am Glasgow Buchanan Bus Station – service 500 to Glasgow airport usually leaves from stance 46, takes around 20 mins. £11pp – booking not usually required but option to pre-book.


✈️ 10.15 Loganair flight LM451 to Barra (check the timetable as flights are dependent on tides! )

The plane is a wee tiny twin otter propeller plane, there are no cabin crew and standing up is impossible. The pilot did the safety demonstration whilst stooped over at the front of the plane and then hopped into the front seat to start the engines. I loved the whole experience – landing on the beach and tumbling out on to the white sand.

Prices start from £90 for a basic ‘Fly’ fare one way which includes 15kg hold luggage and 6kg hand luggage plus a personal item. We paid £175pp and booked around a month before.

On arrival at Barra airport, the wee local minibus waits outside the terminal. We paid £2.20 pp for single tickets to Castlebay note – this bus is cash only. Journey took around 20 mins.


Barra Overnight – Craigard hotel – Castlebay

View from the beer garden

A great wee hotel, really good service and very friendly helpful staff. We arrived early and enjoyed a few beers in the beer garden overlooking the bay until our room was ready. Because we booked this relatively last minute we could only get one night as the hotel was otherwise fully booked. We paid £170 for a double room – room 4 which had a seaview, comfy bed and was quiet.

There are only 3 restaurants in Castlebay so make sure you book dinner in advance. Thankfully the helpful guy at Craigard Hotel  managed to squeeze us in for dinner despite the restaurant being fully booked.

The public bar is a great spot in the evening for live folk music and chatting to the friendly locals.

Day 2 Barra to Oban


🚢 6.55am Cal-Mac ferry Castlebay to Oban arrives 11.40am.

We were asvised to check the ferry times because of breakdowns and tides and, according to the manager at the Craigard, they sometimes change at the last minute, marooning people on Barra for an extra day. There is only one sailing per day to Oban. The ferry is a 5 min walk downhill from the Craigard hotel. Foot passenger tickets were £19.05pp.

Although we sadly missed breakfast in the hotel, the legendary Cal-Mac all day breakfast made up for it.

Keep your eyes peeled on the boat and you might just spot some sealife…  on our crossing we saw a dorsal fin which may have been a dolphin, shark or porpoise….??

Another reason to carry cash – on our crossing, Starlink had an outage meaning the card payment machines were off line and the restaurant was cash-only.

We spent 2 nights in Oban, great for seafood, water sports and boat trips and a good live music scene at the weekends.

Oh and if seafood isn’t your thing, Taste of China is a great wee restaurant, the waitress was a good laugh, we had a scrummy peking duck, lemon chicken and bamboo shoots and water chestnuts. They do dine-in until 10pm.

P.s. no hotel recommendation here as the hotel we stayed in in Oban left a LOT to be desired unless brick hard beds, foost and peeling wallpaper is your thing!

Day 4 Oban – Glasgow – Stirling


🚂 12.11 Scotrail service to Glasgow. I cannot stress this enough – pre-book your tickets online and make sure you book a seat reservation! Thank god we did – we showed up at Oban train station about 30 mins before the train was due to depart and there was a huge queue of people standing in the pishing rain waiting to be let on to the platform. We did the very British thing of joining a queue with no idea what it was for but it turned out that seat reservation passengers could board straight away.

The train was a tiny 2 carriages rammed with lots of people standing until the train arrived in Glasgow Queen Street station at 15.26. Oh and pack snacks and drinks because this train has no on board catering.

Standing room only


🚂 The final leg was an easy hop catching the 15.45 train back to Stirling arriving in at 16.26.

Transnistria Pridnestrovie PMR

Visiting “the country that doesn’t exist”

Oooh! Red zone travel! daring-do! Forgein Office headache! What would we find when we snuck off into “Transnistria” aka Pridnestrovie?

FCDO map – yep the red bit is “Transnistria” or Pridnestrovie

A clarification – Transnistria – that’s what background reading called this region. Our local guide explained that the citizens call their country Pridnestrovie or PMR (Pridnestrovian Moldavian Republic).

it’s actually illegal to call the area Transnistria and you can be fined!

Crossing the border

Since the gas crisis earlier in 2025, passports are no longer stamped at the border between PMR and Moldova. Instead, it’s like any other land border crossing – without fanfare, our minibus was stopped at a gantry with booths, we were ushered off the bus into a kiosk with a wee window, handed over our passports and were given a receipt which was our don’t lose it visa. That was it. pretty unremarkable apart from the Russian peacekeeper troops lurking in the background.

Our first stop was the town of Bender where we were the only visitors to the old fortress. Pretty much an unremarkable 4 walls with a big empty car park and a few deserted fairground rides.

Walls of Bender Fortress
Traffic control hut on a roundabout in Bender

It really struck me how spotless this part of the world is, no litter, streets swept clean and municipal areas well kept and well used. Litter bins were everywhere.

Next was a wander in the Dneister riverside park where we met friendly families out enjoying the sunshine and thanking us for coming to visit and learn about their home.

Our local guide Andrej at the holocaust memorial, Bender
Soviet era monument and the new wedding pagoda in the park, Bendery.
Across from the park – the registry office – if anyone can remind me of what it says above the door, please comment below!
Soviet Era mosaic showing importance of cable manufacturing in Bender

Then it was a quick nosey inside the House of Local Culture. This felt like a big community centre, faded posters advertising kids judo, choirs and craft clubs were stuck to the hall walls.

A giant soviet mural and a giant hammer and sickle poster adorned the walls of the main hall. Through two locked doors, Andrej our guide pointed out the room where weekly peacekeeping meetings between Pridnestrovie, Moldova and Russia have taken place since the 1992 ceasefire between Moldova and Pridnestrovie to, as he put it, “avoid squabbles”.

Without vanishing down too much of a geopolitical rabbit hole (i think it’s important context)..

The PMR benefits from the Moldova/EU free trade agreement, with steel, textiles and wine exports heading off to Moldova (about 50%), the EU (over 30%)  and about 10% to Russia.

Conversely, the PMR looks to Russia for around 70% of imports, with only 14% from the EU and just 7% from Moldova.

The people who call the PMR home are not a homogeneous group. Because the country is not recognised by the UN, Pridnestrovian citizens tend to have two or more citizenships including Moldovan, Russian, Romanian, or Ukrainian.

Memorial to victims of 1992 conflict, Bender
Local trolleybus, Bender PMR

Currency

Sadly despite what you might have read online, the plastic coins are no longer in use here.  Credit cards could work but only if you happen to have a Russian one.

At the time of writing £1 was approx 24 PMR roubles. And more importantly 26 roubles buys a glass of very nice local wine!

Monument celebrating the local currency – the PMR rouble
1 rouble

Tiraspol – capital city

Whilst the first thing we saw was a giant granite Lenin monument outside the government offices, the rest of the city felt pretty similar to other Eastern European cities. Yes, communist past was evident with soviet-era blocks of flats and monuments, but also a Korean beauty shop, plenty of hipster coffee shops and the odd Tesla driving by.

Oh and “Sheriff” branded  supermarkets, petrol stations and the infamous FC Sheriff Tiraspol stadium (who once beat Real Madrid 2-1 in the Champions League)

Sheriff Tiraspol stadium

From what I’ve read, the Sheriff company grips the economy with monopolies and the relationship between sheriff bigwigs and the government is pretty damn shady.

Memorial square
Red granite Lenin outside the government buildings
Yuri Gagarin mural
The who’s who of important officials
Lenin everywhere
Concert hall, Tiraspol
Concert hall again

Victory day “parade”

We woke to loud music echoing across the park and crowds of umbrellas meandering around in the rain.

We asked what time the parade started. Andrej, slightly baffled, said he wasn’t sure why we kept talking about parades. This was a day for the people to commemorate VE day and honour their WW2 dead.

No tanks, missiles or particular fanfare. Just thousands of families braving the rain to lay flowers at the war memorials.

It felt like the whole city had turned out to pay their respects laying flowers.
This gentleman’s hat was definitely the most impressive
Some of the VE day flowers and soldiers
The young soldiers stood absolutely rigid and probably frozen in the rain

We were free to wander around without guides just cautioned not to take pictures of the “secret” police.

How to spot the secret police

Just look for the men that looks like he’s auditioning to be a football casual with puffer jackets ear pieces and putting a lot of effort into looking surly. The most inconspicuous one looked about 17 and sported a bumfluff moustache.  He very gently and quietly accosted us at a coffee stand in the park, asking us where we were from. I assumed he was a curious teenager and launched into an effervescent ramble about Scotland, Glasgow (you know Rangers and Celtic football?) its cold and wet just like here today haha. He looked a mix of baffled and trying-hard-surly and and very gently “demanded” to see our papers. A quick look at our don’t lose it visas and he nodded and  sloped off.

The day ended with music and very loud fireworks.

Special mention to the “Bros”

To the collaborative warm and friendly tour leader of redacted name tour group who bumped into us in our hotel lobby, called our tour “for pussies” and bragged that they had seen way more than we had (not true) and why weren’t we out getting blind drunk in the casinos? Fanny. We found out the next day that one of his group had been hospitalised and four unable to function from their memorable night in Tiraspol casinos *slow clap for machismo bros tour*

Out of town

Heading out of the city into the surrounding area, we crossed the Dniester river on the chain link “ferry” – a rusty steel platform hauled from bank to bank by a pair of grinning leathery old drunks.

The “ferry”
This guy again! Outside a village town hall
Village town hall – there was a school dance show on in the main hall
Kitskany memorial – very atmospheric and eerily quiet
Looking east to Ukraine from Kitskany memorial

Final thoughts

What was it about this wee place that had felt weirdly familiar to me?

Scotland and Pridnestrovie – not immediately obvious …

…but scratch a bit deeper and you’ll find:

Both geographically small and on the arse ends of Europe.

Scotland tried to leave the UK in 2014. Transnistria declared independence in the ’90s and never looked back (despite the lack of international recognition).

Both with a fierce sense of identity, cuture and tradition.

Both historically faced invaders from all sides.

Both with their own government and currency*

Both with citizens who vote differently, talk differently, and think about the future differently to their geographical neighbours.

And finally, both interesting wee places that are worth a visit!

* although the currency is GBP, Scotland has it’s own designs on bank notes

(Thanks to Tom who nagged me to get this post finished!)