Chapter 51: Ach! The feet!

So yeah, we came to Glasgow. I suppose I should start with the morning, though, back when we were in Edinburgh. We got up early enough, all ready to go to the Castle, only to arrive and discover a formidable 11 pound entrance fee between us and the Stone of Destiny (I’m still wondering what that is, but was not willing to pay $22 to find out).

Miffed, we turned away and decided to hunt down breakfast instead. Then we came to Glasgow, despite total uncertainty as to where we would spend the night. We walked around a lot, suffered the terrible bummer of arriving at the cathedral about 14 minutes after closing time, and then eventually stumbled exhaustedly to dinner at an all-vegetarian restaurant, the downside being that we didn’t notice the prices until we were already too far in to back out. Good food anyway.

By that time our bodies were starting to get pretty cranky about the whole thing. We had loaded our backpacks with just the things we really needed, and left the suitcases in overnight storage at the train station, the plus side being that we had no horrible hefty luggage to deal with, the down side being that we were lugging some pretty heavy backpacks all day. Thus our feet were pretty unhappy, especially given how much walking we’d already done in Edinburgh.

After dinner we stumbled around for a while until we FINALLY found the youth hostel which was in about the most confusing location ever, though we were still hoping for a free place to stay with my dentist’s daughter, who we were having a hard time reaching. By that time night had fallen, so we mustered up the courage to go out one more time and try and find somewhere to hang out (live music please!) until we could figure out for sure where we were staying. Alas, we found absolutely nothing interesting and not a single note of a fiddle before our feet gave out entirely, even though this is supposed to be the live music capital of Europe, and we staggered back to the hostel defeated. (If you listen to Beethoven as you read this, the whole thing becomes much more intense).

Luckily, the hostel turned out really nice, even if we had to pay for it, and in general I’m quite satisfied with the day (though I’m still bitter about that lack of live music thing). And so tired its amazing. Tomorrow morning we’re on to Belfast.