Chapter 50: Scotland

Today, as promised, we came to Edinburgh. We got a very early start. Precisely one hour and a half after I went to sleep, in fact, as a result of me needing to finish the book I had borrowed whether I was even enjoying it that much or not. I couldn’t just take it with me, because we were not to pass this way again (read that in an epic movie voice-over prologue voice).

We finally made it here to Edinburgh, marveled at the absolute awesomeness of this city, found our hostel, which is uncannily like being at college except with twenty people to a room instead of two, and spent the rest of the day wandering the streets and becoming increasingly tired. For some inexplicable reason we ended up at this totally bizarre slightly creepy Italian place for lunch. We were the only ones in there, but the place was entirely mirrors, so it was kind of like eating in a very large, mostly empty restaurant with copies of yourself having lunch in every corner. Copies of yourself that were always looking at you. Weird sensation, I say. Anyhow, we made up for it by getting fudge afterwards. Mmm, Scottish fudge.

Basically Edinburgh is probably the most beautiful city I’ve seen yet, though we kind of get the feeling that by not being drunkards we are probably missing out on a large part of it. There’s something about going into a pub and ordering water that just doesn’t quite work. Trust me, I’ve tried it. Oh well. We have a very short stay anyway. Tomorrow morning we intend to visit the castle (THE Castle) which is literally right outside our door, and then we’ll catch the train to Glasgow. One night there, then we hope to make it on to Belfast. But we’ll jump off that bridge when we come to it, right?

Anyway, it’s way past my bedtime considering last night’s slumber total, so I bid thee all a fond goodnight.