sCAUGHTland pt.1
Wednesday, October 21st, 2009We left London on Thursday. This was also the first and only day we saw the Sun thus far into our trip and we didn’t even enjoy it as we spent half the day either traveling on buses or planes and were too busy to bask under the glory of our shy yellow friend! Anyway, our flight was in the early afternoon sometime. Airport security @ Stansted Airport is a bitch. I’ve been given grief at this airport more than any other airport I’ve been to. It wasn’t too bad for me outbound but Cece and Marie got held up and most of their make-up and toiletries (amongst other things) confiscated. When we arrived at Glasgow Prestwick airport (about 30 mins away from Glasgow city) everything changed and people were noticeably friendlier and the vibe a whole lot positive.
We picked our rental car from the Arnold Clark car rental company – a black Nissan Tiida – and made our way to Edinburgh. We got stuck in a bit of a jam once we hit Glasgow city, I think it was rush hour, but made a few ‘friends’ on the highway while rockin out to some tunes on my USB Mp3 car modulator. About an hour and half later we found ourselves in Edinburgh – somewhere, everywhere, but where we wanted to be – our hostel. Getting lost in the city does have its upside – we get to see parts of the city we wouldn’t normally see. The city has lots of churches and castles. Awesome architecture and ‘cleaner’ than Glasgow (which we’ll delve into later). Finally an hour later than expected we find our hostel (Belford Backpackers) and are greeted by Francisco, our ’sassy’ reception dude from Chile! Boy was he sassy with us! But hey I guess he was helpful. The “rooms” at our hostel was…interesting. Basically everyone shares a ceiling (and a view of the church’s stained glass ‘decor’) and you’re essentially sleeping in cubicles. You can hear everyone come and go, snore, chatter etc… For people like me who can sleep through an earthquake it shouldn’t be a problem plus do you really want to sleep while in Edinburgh?
Perhaps it was cause it was a Thursday night but the so-called ‘happening’ spots we were recommended to go to by ‘Sassy’ weren’t as happening as we hoped. We ended on Haymarket and had dinner at this place whose name escapes me. After hanging out with the gals and having a few drinks we went to the pub next door and had a few drinks there too. We ended up staying there the rest of the night. There was a live band, a ‘naughty vending machine’ and Cece & I doing the “crossing guard dance”
. We met some interesting people here and there, one of whom told me I should get ‘off the internet’ and do some recreational things like scuba diving. How we got talking about my ridiculous amount of time spent on the internet boggles me but I think it had to do with him hearing one of us say “OH EM GEE” (OMG). Forward to the cab ride back the hostel and the classic conversation had between me and the taxi driver about Jupiter, petri dishes, joobs, the joobicial system and being a Jupiterian. I think it all started with how he thought I was from Hawaii….
PART 2 of SCOTLAND COMING UP….










