The trip over was uneventful, apart from a 20 minute turbulence episode that caused much humiliation (there may have been some sobbing). We arrived and headed straight off to our hostel.
Yep, it's an ex-church. As you can imagine, most of the tour was spent with dropped-jaws. Once we settled in, it was time to tour Edinburgh.
We were doing rather well up until the moment Felix said that it felt a lot like Melbourne. I pointed to our right and said "Except for that castle up there." He agreed on that point.
There are so many old buildings with signs stating "Burns ate here" or "Scott drank here" or "Johnson met Boswell here". I kept looking for a "..... hooked up with a harlot here" sign, but I never found one.
We walked up the hillside to Edinburgh Castle, almost falling over once or twice (obviously me, not Felix) and I left the desire to climb up the side and storm the castle to him.
The Old Town is a rabbit-warren maze, lots of steep hills and dark alleyways. I freaked out quite often, but only because I know far too much about Edinburgh serial killers. The steps are crooked, steep and a challange to beat any Stairmaster.
Other than that, I love it. It's old, dark, warm and lovely. I even like haggis. Not as much as Irn-Bru, but that's a new addiction, and must be respected accordingly.
Today we moved to Dundee. More updates soon.
4 comments:
ok..hostel..looks nice! castle..awesome!! expoloration of tiny streets...pretty cool!! Scaring the crap out of me with mention of serial killers...not good!! Are you trying to send me into a panic attack?
Are you sure Felix did not drug you and take you on a 20 hour bus trip to Ballarat.
That looks a lot like Kryal Castle to me!
Man, I am funny.
Is Scotland run by the Queen?
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