As one last hurrah before heading back home to Oz Lou and I headed to Edinburg for a long weekend. We stayed in a hostel at Haymarket which was near the old part of town, close to the castle and some nice pubs and restaurants. The first toursty thing that we did was the castle which had a really nice view of the city. It was like an entire little village within the castle walls complete with halls, dungoens, kitchens, lookouts and cobble stone passages.
Some of the other things that we did were the Edinburgh Dungeons (tacky but funny); a haunted vaults tour of the old town (Iwas absolutely packing it!) and a day trip out to Glasgow, Loch Lomond and Stirling Castle (William Wallace country). We had a cool old Scottish guy as a guide who was very passionate about his country, had an orange beard and wore tartan pants - he kind of reminded me of grounds-keeper Willy from The Simpsons!
We went out a few nights while we were there and met some Aussie guys on Oz Day (which we spent at a little Aussie pub near our hostel) and ended up in some really dodgy nightclub which was also right next to our hostel. We stumbled out of the club at some silly hour in the morning wondering how the hell we were going to get home but amazingly our hostel ended up being just across the road! Nice work girls!
The last night we were there we ended up drinking three bottles of Rose which was completely unplanned and consequently spent the next day extremely hung over. To make matter worse we had to drag ourselves from the hostel (my suitcase kept getting the speed wobbles and flipping over) down to the bus stop, get on the bus to the airport, sit on the plane for however long and then catch the tube home. I don't think we uttered a single coherent sentence to each other we were hurting that badly. Most communications consisted of the odd grunt and pained looks with the occassional panicked glance towards the nearest exit. Needless to say, i vowed to not drink for a while after that day!
The last night we were there we ended up drinking three bottles of Rose which was completely unplanned and consequently spent the next day extremely hung over. To make matter worse we had to drag ourselves from the hostel (my suitcase kept getting the speed wobbles and flipping over) down to the bus stop, get on the bus to the airport, sit on the plane for however long and then catch the tube home. I don't think we uttered a single coherent sentence to each other we were hurting that badly. Most communications consisted of the odd grunt and pained looks with the occassional panicked glance towards the nearest exit. Needless to say, i vowed to not drink for a while after that day!
Me at a section of the Royal Mile with the castle up the top of the road and the old palace at the other end.
Lou and I at the castle. Yes, it was cold.
The castle.
The two of us on Oz day drinking Coopers Dry Ale.
Me at Stirling Castle. Apparently there was a big fight near the river that William Wallace (ie: Braveheart) was involved in a few years back.
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