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Coldy, Windy, Rainy, Dirty, Sleepy

rain 55 °F
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We were in a fog in Scotland, literally and because we were jetlagged to the buhjesus. We had arrived in London at 7 a.m. with a brief layover before flying to Edinburgh, (pronounced Edinborough). Chris didn't sleep a wink on any of the planes, so he was running on fumes. There was no stopping though, since it would only get worse.

We got a taxi to our B&B, dropped off our luggage and started exploring. We launched right into public transportation and rode on the top level of a double-decker bus to get to the Royal Mile for lunch. Elida ordered haggis, neeps and tatties, which as it turns out is haggis, parsnips, and potatoes. It wasn't bad! Chris ordered lamb shoulder and we both tried beers we'd never had before. The city itself is pretty dirty, but to be fair, we caught it on a bad day (although we heard it's pretty much like that all the time).


We headed up the castle after lunch and understood why so many people visit it each year. It's absolutely enormous and perched way up on a small hill in the middle of the city. With that kind of 360 degree view, you can't help but imagine what it would have looked like a couple of hundred years ago. The castle was pretty much under siege it's entire existence, trading hands, or serving as a place of murder, lies, and betrayals. Good times! It was also INCREDIBLY COLD. The moist wind blew right through your skin to the bone, unless you happened to be sporting a maginificent nordic coat of hair (a la Willis).


My Mexican wife + cold + rain+ wind don't mix well, but she was a great sport about it.


We headed down into the city to the B.O. Whiskey Bar. It was called something else, but the bartender's body odor was so overpowering, that even French tourists turned around at the door. Why we stayed for a drink is still a mystery, but we'll blame it on being up for 32 hours. We ate dinner later at a place called Reverie close to home, enjoying haggis croquettes, beef cheeks, and a dessert called cranagh, a berry covered oatmeal slab covered in whipped cream. Mmmtastic. We had to be up at 6:45am the next morning, so we passed out around 10pm after a 36 hour day.


Posted by skiddaddle 03:59 Archived in Scotland

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