weekend at firbush.
this weekend was firbush. no it wasnt a nudist camp. it was definatly the polar oppisite.
i new it wasnt going to be all that it was cracked up to be when i got off the train in sterling to go to this place and saw the other
arcadia students that were coming along on the trip. they were tools, maybe a handful of them werent uptight shitheads.
we got into a little van type dealy with a driver that sounded like sean connery to go to the cabin out in the middle of the highlands. i didnt really see how beautiful the view was
until i woke up.
i looked at who i was rooming with and it was ian jeremy and i. i was like yessss... fuck.
the first night we got to know people through dumb board games, and getting moderatly drunk at the ghetto bar that they had.
5 quid for a bottle of wine though which wasnt to shabby at all.
the next day we could have went canoeing on the lake, went on an all day mountain climb, a hill walk, mountain biking, orienteering,
or kayaking. i wanted to take pictures with the 4x5 i took out from school before i left and really didnt think it would matter that with
the tripod and everything it would weigh 30+ lbs. after like a half hour of hiking i decided that i wanted to take a picture. and since all of this
shit was guided (lame) half of the group had to wait with me so i felt bad and only toook one picture. but there were so many more photo ops.
it was also raining on and off. after another hour and a half we reached the point where we could eat. it was pretty glorious because we were
basically inside of a cloud. and there were giant cliffs infront of us. after another half hour of hiking we reached the summit. it was
ridiculously windy. we spent another hour and half climbing down the mountain with heinous amounts of stinging rain. i fell on my butt once..
that night was scottish night. since my email doesnt work on my computer i didnt realize that we had to email catherine if we had special needs
such as being vegetarian. so they only cooked 3 veg meals and everyone else had chicken, wrapped in bacon, stuffed in haggis.
not only is that unvegetarian, but that might possibly be the most unvegetarian thing you can eat. i just ate everyones neeps and tatties and peas.
than there was traditional scottish dancing, drinking, music. and me getting into a fight with jeremy. so going to bed before him i knew he was going to fuck with me
so when he started to just blew up on him. and he grabbed my shirt and i went to grab his and broke his necklace from burning man, finally something that shut him up.
the whole weekend he talked in his ghetto jeremy voice. fucking l the most irratating shit ever. the next day we talked and straightened things out.
i went orienteering, by myself, which was basically a walk in the wilderness taking pictures and looking for shrooms. which i didnt find. lame.
it was pretty fun. it would have been more funner if the people there werent pretentious dicks that looked down on art kids.
but staying there just reaffirmed my belief that scottish people are fucking awesome.
i new it wasnt going to be all that it was cracked up to be when i got off the train in sterling to go to this place and saw the other
arcadia students that were coming along on the trip. they were tools, maybe a handful of them werent uptight shitheads.
we got into a little van type dealy with a driver that sounded like sean connery to go to the cabin out in the middle of the highlands. i didnt really see how beautiful the view was
until i woke up.
i looked at who i was rooming with and it was ian jeremy and i. i was like yessss... fuck.
the first night we got to know people through dumb board games, and getting moderatly drunk at the ghetto bar that they had.
5 quid for a bottle of wine though which wasnt to shabby at all.
the next day we could have went canoeing on the lake, went on an all day mountain climb, a hill walk, mountain biking, orienteering,
or kayaking. i wanted to take pictures with the 4x5 i took out from school before i left and really didnt think it would matter that with
the tripod and everything it would weigh 30+ lbs. after like a half hour of hiking i decided that i wanted to take a picture. and since all of this
shit was guided (lame) half of the group had to wait with me so i felt bad and only toook one picture. but there were so many more photo ops.
it was also raining on and off. after another hour and a half we reached the point where we could eat. it was pretty glorious because we were
basically inside of a cloud. and there were giant cliffs infront of us. after another half hour of hiking we reached the summit. it was
ridiculously windy. we spent another hour and half climbing down the mountain with heinous amounts of stinging rain. i fell on my butt once..
that night was scottish night. since my email doesnt work on my computer i didnt realize that we had to email catherine if we had special needs
such as being vegetarian. so they only cooked 3 veg meals and everyone else had chicken, wrapped in bacon, stuffed in haggis.
not only is that unvegetarian, but that might possibly be the most unvegetarian thing you can eat. i just ate everyones neeps and tatties and peas.
than there was traditional scottish dancing, drinking, music. and me getting into a fight with jeremy. so going to bed before him i knew he was going to fuck with me
so when he started to just blew up on him. and he grabbed my shirt and i went to grab his and broke his necklace from burning man, finally something that shut him up.
the whole weekend he talked in his ghetto jeremy voice. fucking l the most irratating shit ever. the next day we talked and straightened things out.
i went orienteering, by myself, which was basically a walk in the wilderness taking pictures and looking for shrooms. which i didnt find. lame.
it was pretty fun. it would have been more funner if the people there werent pretentious dicks that looked down on art kids.
but staying there just reaffirmed my belief that scottish people are fucking awesome.