Chapter 52: Utter Defeat

So we’re slumped despondently in the Glasgow Central Station tickets center. Wanna hear the story? Yeah, you better, because it’s the only decent thing we’re getting out of all this.

Alright. So we woke up this morning, checked out of the youth hostel, and hit the road nice and early, almost two hours before our train was leaving. Seeing as we had so much time, we stopped for breakfast at the Willow Tea Rooms on Sauchiehall St. (in case you every need to find it yourself). We had a nice leisurely breakfast, warm scones and all, then decided we should probably head for the station, as our train was leaving in half an hour and we also had to get our luggage out of the lockers.

We arrived at the station, retrieved our luggage, and tried to find our platform. Finally, unable to do so, we decided to ask one of the station staff. She pointed out that the train to Belfast was in fact leaving from Glasgow Central Station, not the Queen St. Station. She pointed us outside to where we could find a bus to the central station. I thanked her and took a moment to glance at my phone as we made our way to the door. 11:39. For an 11:47 train ride. With a ten minute bus in between. Well shit.

As quickly as possible we rushed into a very friendly cab and told him to floor it, but alas to no avail. 11:47 came and went, and our train went with it. At 11:52 we dashed inside to discover that now we wouldn’t be getting into Belfast until 9:30 tonight. We already have tickets to leave again at 7:30 in the morning. Not even 12 hours there. Fantastic, isn’t it?

It would be nice to say that at least we have some extra time in Glasgow, but the truth is that with all our luggage we’re pretty much incapacitated. So we’ve now spent our extra hours in Glasgow at internet cafes and regular cafes. In that time we’ve lost both our Europe guidebook and Sierra’s cell phone. My pen died also, but I bought some more. In short, the adventure continues.