After a nice drive up to Edinburgh with Stu's parents I took the train out to Glasgow to see the sights for a couple of days. At the hostel I got settled and met up with a group of travelers all at different points in their journeys. After we bid farewell to a couple heading out on the train, an American girl from Florida and I headed out for a "quick bite to eat." A quick bite turned into a second beer and a realization that the restaurant was closing. Then we moved next door to see what was going on. A few drinks, a Lady Gaga karaoke experience and a few colorful run-ins with fellow pub goers and we are looking at our watches and wondering how it got to be 2 a.m. A long and loud trip to the after hours hours kebab joint and I head back to the hostel at the fine time of 4 a.m. and I am not either engaged or bought a llama farm. Either are equally likely.
Do you know what happens when you don't go back to the home until 4 a.m.? You wake up that much later the following day. Meeting up for a curry lunch at 2 p.m. we did what we could with the rest of our day. We set out on adventures that lead us astray and arriving at museums and sights after they have closed. Accepting this challenge we decide that the journey was going to have to be our highlight of the day and started looking for interesting things to photograph. While walking along the road engaging in light conversation about the funny luck we had been having that day I was lightly hit by a van window as it made its way past us to the stop light. At this point I am sure that I will have a bruise from the blunt contact and all will be okay. A few minutes later as I whip out my beloved camera and try to turn it on. I tried to turn it on....on. ON! No such luck. My poor little camera that has received medical attention in the states and many new batteries is now non-responsive and I am heartbroken. With a fake smile I head back to the hostel and grab dinner for a quiet night in.
The next morning my Floridian friend sets off for a journey to see puffins? penguins? some kind of seal? I had all the intentions of participating until my camera was busted. I felt like I had to see what could be done to fix it and I would be a little bitter/bored on a bird tour if I couldn't take pictures. At the camera doctor I learned that it would not be feasible to revive my camera and the endeavor would take more time then my stop in Glasgow allows. Sadly I hit the sights that Stuart mentioned and headed back to the hostel. At the hostel I got a re-cap of the tour of Scottish turkeys? I still have no idea what they were exactly out to see on that adventure. Even after the re-cap. We bid a farewell and she set out for the train back south and I started chatting with the other hostels and had myself another memorable night out with a group of people in town for the PINK concert. Yep. Pink!
Saturday is transit day. Waking up, packing, coffeeing, training, walking and ending up at Stu's sisters house to be welcomed to my FAVORITE apartment ever. After a lot of conversation about going out James and I decide that our Fridays were too much fun and settle for watching some tv and discussing travel plans.
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