M: Nikki and I have been traveling all day. We are waiting for our hostel to appear at the whim of an Indian man. Our trains were free because we asked information when we arrived in Glasgow.
N: I can’t get over the free train what grand luck! And nice but scary Indian man is finding us a bed. We had a nice lunch at a pub, and Madi learned about English life. We had an intense bonding session on the train. We talked about boys, sex and I quote “so what are you going to do with your life?” Madi was amazed by the snow, she thought it was ash and she packed 5 tanktops but no jacket. Silly little girl.
M: Yes, it is cold… but it’s not snowing right now in Inverness. Tomorrow we plan to catch a bus to Lock Ness then catch the train back to Glasgow for the night. Because of Easter, the trains don’t run as often on Sunday so we’re heading back tomorrow. If we miss it we’re screwed…
On the train the scenery was more brown than Ireland or England but it reminds me of Boone. N: When we were deeper into the Scottish Highlands it became more beautiful. The snowcap hills and mountains were gorgeous and there were rivers too. It was a snowy wonderland that seemed to come straight from Harry Potter.
M: Last night we stayed at Baron Guesthouse which we luckily got space in because the Indian man talked to the owner Robert. So after waiting an hour and a half we were taken to the top of a Chinese Restaurant where we were given a double bed, non-flushing toilet, and a lock that was ridiculous to open or close. Once we got our room and had a tour/lecture from Robert, we set our for a pub. The first one we came to was a Karaoke pub where a really drunk scottish man was singing “Sweet Caroline.”
N: We relocated to a bar down the street with (bad) live music. Madi and I had two well deserved bitch drinks! We woke up bright and early to head to Loch Ness. Madi – great idea – convinced me to buy a boat tour. Our driver was a nice/funny scottish man by the name of Jim. The weather was snowy at first but later I saw the sun for the first time in days. But it’s still extremely nippy.
M: As we got on the ferry Nikki was really excited. I watched the water carefully for any signs of a monster… but there were none. We stopped at the Urquhart Castle ruins which were very impressive.
N: Impressive doesn’t even begin to explain it. It was the best castle I have seen yet, and many a castle I have seen indeed. I loved the nook while Madi I think had the best time with the “intense” film and finding the Thompson plaid in the gift shop. Next we went to the Inverness museum. My two favorite parts were the scottish men. The first had an awesome accent and said “there is a wee little fish over there” and the second told me about the scottish sport that was the origins of ice hockey.
M: We then treated ourselves to a large chili chicken salad at the Filling Station and walked around city center until our train back to Glasgow at 4:56. We’re hoping to stay at a church or the airport tonight… somewhere for free. A great Easter morning.
N: We watched a northern spanish highland games and met the man in charge of the Inverness Highland games. Sadly one girl broke her foot or cut it badly from dancing on a glass cup. Now we are on the train. The views of the highlands are amazing. I will sleep but Madi will not – she says she might miss something.
March 23rd – Easter Morning
M: In Glasgow we bought a huge bottle of cheap wine and snacks. We ate while watching the little high school emo kids get in fights and women tryingto handle their drunk husbands. We ended up catching the 11:00pm train to the Prestwick Airport… but it wasn’t that simple. Once we got on the train with the drunk girls and travelers the lights started shutting off. I suggested that it was an awesome plot for a slasher movie.
After a few minutes we were told to get off the train because it was having problems. Luckily the next train we caught was a lot more entertaining. We met two older scottish women and had conversations about traveling. Then a drunk girl started yelling at one of the women’s husbands! Something about the bathroom, lots of F bombs and how her grandfather would react.
N: The scottish man stood his ground and with many more curse words basically told her to eff off. It was fun to watch because the accents are so much stronger when they are angry. Madi couldn’t stop laughing… I was scared. Then by the end of the journey we were sufficiently drunk and joking with the old women that they should come with us on our Euro trip. We got to the airport, laughed some more and passed out on the airport floor. I woke up freezing. Easter morning we hopped a train to Ayr.
M: So our wonderful plan was to go to Ayr and spend an hour or so there looking at the beach and town. Unfortunately it was the end-stop of the line we were on and to get out of the train station we had to have a ticket. So we told him we went too far and asked when the next train back to the airport was… 11:43. While we were waiting forever we walked outside (beside a train) and got called back… probably because we looked suspicious! Then we starter conversation with the men at the gate about our travels, and caught the train back with a ticket mark saying “Inadventantly overcarried valid Ayr – Prestwick Airport…Gateline.”