I have become used to stares, finger pointing, requests for photos from passerbyers. I really like it, when one person sees me in my kilt, and then tries to point me out to a friend and trying to be coy about it. Nothing can be more obvious. Last week was a new experience. I was staying at a Bed and Breakfast in Co. Sligo in Ireland, and took a walk to the local restaurant recommended by our host. When we returned, the women we rented from informed us, that a half hour after we left the house, her phone rang and one of the local women called her to let her know there was a guy in a kilt at the local pub. Amazing, that 30 minutes after I stepped out the door, the whole city was aware of my presence. I don't know if that has happend before, but it was the first time I have been made aware of it.