I finally found out what is under the kilt
Well I can actually say that I am writing to you in real time as I am actually in Scotland and that is the subject of this blog.
I arrived in Scotland to be greeted with rain and a heart attack at the cost of my hostel, $50 Australian for a dorm bed with shared bathroom with 12 other people, but it was warm and blissfully cosy and marked the event of my first time in a hostel on my own. I walked around Glasgow, an old industrial city which is now emerging at a cultural and artistic centre, I was very much reminded of Chippendale in some parts. Glasgow is a gritty, urban and edgy city, perfectly defined by the fact that I stepped of the train to a swarming crowd of goths of every size and description almost comical is in their collective state, faces masked with white makeup - like they needed to be any whiter! Clutching bags decorated with sculls and various other Goth paraphernalia.
My fist night was in a four person dorm shared with 3 other quite solo women travelers obviously with the same grandma tendencies as me as we were all tucked up in bed by 9.30. The hostel was a strange environment as it was Saturday night and thus was filled with loads of 12 year olds (my description for anyone younger than 25 who wears skirt resembling a belt when it is clearly freezing outside) the middle group basically everyone in my room and then a strange contingency of Russian blokes that looked like the defected body building team form the USSR that controlled the kitchen with their large production of cooking 4 course dinners for themselves, I nick named them the Russian kitchen Mafia.
Anyway, a few hours into my blissful sleep I was woken by the 12 years screaming in a Scottish accent from which I could only clearly discern the swear words, followed by hours of ranting, hooting, singing, clapping, wooping and generally not sleeping which continued until 6am. And so I started my first day of touring around Glasgow I misjudged my map and ended up walking two hours out of town to a beautiful country estate and mansion it was worth the walk as it is now a trust house and they were holding a special Victorian day they had characters from the house telling tales and answering questions (yes I am that nerdy), and the gardens were hauntingly beautiful in the rain and mist. It was on the walk back however, when I noticed the afore mentioned rain had turned into ice and even the horses were wearing jackets that I started to feel a bit cold, hungry and longing for my little dorm bed, 3hrs later with many stops for directions and exasperated sighs I made it home, and promptly booked myself on a tour for the next three days.
My tour started in Edinburgh, and our tour guide Fergie set the right note straight away by promising that every site was a surprise despite the guide in our hands and by promising that we would instantly orgasm upon site of most of them, only people with a Scottish accent could get away with the things they do. We traveled from Edinburgh along the West coast through the beautiful and tragic town of Glencoe where "back in the mists of time" as Fergie would say a terrible massacre occurred all the way through to Fort Augusta home to Loch Ness and the monster, through to Skye where the mountains meet the ocean. Scotland has the most breathtaking landscape, towering snow capped mountains flanked by glassy lakes, green hillsides and amazingly for the three days of our tour blue sky's which I am told happens for about 5 days of the year in Scotland.
I even learned a bit of Gaelic different to that of Ireland and pronounced (Garlec), so loch is lake, glen is valley, and really that's about it, but I also learned a fair bit of a Scottish history in all its gory details, although it was confirmed that Fergie was a compulsive liar so I am a little afraid to repeat any of it just in case. But just for laughs I will do a little blog about the Hairy coooo for all my single readers...
My first bus tour brought out mixed feelings, the highlands could not have opened up to me so beautifully without the help of a guide and the landscape was unforgettable, however on the third day, a severe case of bus butt and gut, and bus anxious bladder set in and by 5.30pm I was keen to get off, however I did meet some great people in particular an American, a Canadian Girl and I formed a group that we fondly named the Haggis sisters and on our final night in Edinburgh we set off on a girls night around Glasgow with hilarious results.
Our first stop an Urbanite bar full of too cool for school 20 somethings looking decisively bored and yet entertained at the same time, a bottle of wine later we headed to the Three Sisters, to christening our own Haggis sister union only to find a bar filled to the brim with men ( I know sounds promising) except that they were all starring in the same direction with stunned looks on their faces (no it was not a strip club naked women would not have been any distraction for these boys) who were all fixated on the football or for those back home the soccer. Our next stop an Irish bar in Scotland weird at best, two accents impossible to discern don't make for great conservation so lots of nodding and answering yes, thank god no one asked if they could have sex with me...All that nodding and consenting could have got me into trouble. Then the best stop of them all the Liquid Bar Edinburgh's indi night club filled to the brim with 9 years (even younger than the 12 years and I think I even spotted some embryo's there actually) dressed as if they had fallen into a coma while filming a decephe mode video and then woke up in 2006 and headed straight for the club, swaying aimlessly to music even JLo couldn't dance to. Adequately drunk and brazen in a new city I centred myself on the dance floor and tried not to kill myself laughing when a rod thin embryo in tight black pants, leopard skin singlet and black vest, white to the point of radiating with a bob hair cut (yes I am referring a boy), starting dancing with me....it was a scream ah to be old and wise.
I arrived in Scotland to be greeted with rain and a heart attack at the cost of my hostel, $50 Australian for a dorm bed with shared bathroom with 12 other people, but it was warm and blissfully cosy and marked the event of my first time in a hostel on my own. I walked around Glasgow, an old industrial city which is now emerging at a cultural and artistic centre, I was very much reminded of Chippendale in some parts. Glasgow is a gritty, urban and edgy city, perfectly defined by the fact that I stepped of the train to a swarming crowd of goths of every size and description almost comical is in their collective state, faces masked with white makeup - like they needed to be any whiter! Clutching bags decorated with sculls and various other Goth paraphernalia.
My fist night was in a four person dorm shared with 3 other quite solo women travelers obviously with the same grandma tendencies as me as we were all tucked up in bed by 9.30. The hostel was a strange environment as it was Saturday night and thus was filled with loads of 12 year olds (my description for anyone younger than 25 who wears skirt resembling a belt when it is clearly freezing outside) the middle group basically everyone in my room and then a strange contingency of Russian blokes that looked like the defected body building team form the USSR that controlled the kitchen with their large production of cooking 4 course dinners for themselves, I nick named them the Russian kitchen Mafia.
Anyway, a few hours into my blissful sleep I was woken by the 12 years screaming in a Scottish accent from which I could only clearly discern the swear words, followed by hours of ranting, hooting, singing, clapping, wooping and generally not sleeping which continued until 6am. And so I started my first day of touring around Glasgow I misjudged my map and ended up walking two hours out of town to a beautiful country estate and mansion it was worth the walk as it is now a trust house and they were holding a special Victorian day they had characters from the house telling tales and answering questions (yes I am that nerdy), and the gardens were hauntingly beautiful in the rain and mist. It was on the walk back however, when I noticed the afore mentioned rain had turned into ice and even the horses were wearing jackets that I started to feel a bit cold, hungry and longing for my little dorm bed, 3hrs later with many stops for directions and exasperated sighs I made it home, and promptly booked myself on a tour for the next three days.
My tour started in Edinburgh, and our tour guide Fergie set the right note straight away by promising that every site was a surprise despite the guide in our hands and by promising that we would instantly orgasm upon site of most of them, only people with a Scottish accent could get away with the things they do. We traveled from Edinburgh along the West coast through the beautiful and tragic town of Glencoe where "back in the mists of time" as Fergie would say a terrible massacre occurred all the way through to Fort Augusta home to Loch Ness and the monster, through to Skye where the mountains meet the ocean. Scotland has the most breathtaking landscape, towering snow capped mountains flanked by glassy lakes, green hillsides and amazingly for the three days of our tour blue sky's which I am told happens for about 5 days of the year in Scotland.
I even learned a bit of Gaelic different to that of Ireland and pronounced (Garlec), so loch is lake, glen is valley, and really that's about it, but I also learned a fair bit of a Scottish history in all its gory details, although it was confirmed that Fergie was a compulsive liar so I am a little afraid to repeat any of it just in case. But just for laughs I will do a little blog about the Hairy coooo for all my single readers...
My first bus tour brought out mixed feelings, the highlands could not have opened up to me so beautifully without the help of a guide and the landscape was unforgettable, however on the third day, a severe case of bus butt and gut, and bus anxious bladder set in and by 5.30pm I was keen to get off, however I did meet some great people in particular an American, a Canadian Girl and I formed a group that we fondly named the Haggis sisters and on our final night in Edinburgh we set off on a girls night around Glasgow with hilarious results.
Our first stop an Urbanite bar full of too cool for school 20 somethings looking decisively bored and yet entertained at the same time, a bottle of wine later we headed to the Three Sisters, to christening our own Haggis sister union only to find a bar filled to the brim with men ( I know sounds promising) except that they were all starring in the same direction with stunned looks on their faces (no it was not a strip club naked women would not have been any distraction for these boys) who were all fixated on the football or for those back home the soccer. Our next stop an Irish bar in Scotland weird at best, two accents impossible to discern don't make for great conservation so lots of nodding and answering yes, thank god no one asked if they could have sex with me...All that nodding and consenting could have got me into trouble. Then the best stop of them all the Liquid Bar Edinburgh's indi night club filled to the brim with 9 years (even younger than the 12 years and I think I even spotted some embryo's there actually) dressed as if they had fallen into a coma while filming a decephe mode video and then woke up in 2006 and headed straight for the club, swaying aimlessly to music even JLo couldn't dance to. Adequately drunk and brazen in a new city I centred myself on the dance floor and tried not to kill myself laughing when a rod thin embryo in tight black pants, leopard skin singlet and black vest, white to the point of radiating with a bob hair cut (yes I am referring a boy), starting dancing with me....it was a scream ah to be old and wise.
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