Scotland, hangover, lack of sleep and everything else
So I'm back again. My very last school trip. Thirty 18 and 19 year olds, two student teachers
and the principal of our school, lost somewhere in the scottish Highlands.
Sounds like a nightmare? It was SOOO much fun!
We got drunk every night,
because there was not a much else to do and we kind of LIVED in our bus.
It all started with catching the ferry from Rotterdam to Hull, getting attacks of claustrophobia
in the 4-people cabins on the inside of the ship and deciding to calm myself down with wine and whiskey.
My friends didn't mind joining me in that.
From Hull we drove to Edinburgh, where we stayed for a night,
had a guide show us the city and lateron my friends and I went to a club named "the three sisters"
and tried to keep the weird guys that happend to be there away from us.
Shopping and Starbucks the next morning, the last sights of civilisation
and the last cup of real coffee for far too many days, we just didn't know yet.
In the evening we arrived in a tiny village called Nethy Bridge, our "home" for the next week.
The food was surprisingly very good, my friends managed to get the best room in the house
and the showers were just as I had expected them: not that lovely.
We went to Inverness, Loch Ness [didn't find Nessie though], various castles and "famous" brigdes, visited the Glenfiddich Whiskey distillery, Walker's cookie factory, went to the ocean
in the north of Scotland, a town called Elgin, the local Pub, learned scottish dances,
listened to a female bagpipes-player, ate vegetarian Haggis, bought tons of Cadbury chocolate,
slept far too little, did a lot of stupid stuff [like standing on a brigde vomiting just for fun]
and got drunk almost every night.
In short: we had a blast.
And now I came back, had a parcel in the postbox which made me smile heaps
and I feel very exhausted from the journey but happy right now.
and the principal of our school, lost somewhere in the scottish Highlands.
Sounds like a nightmare? It was SOOO much fun!
We got drunk every night,
because there was not a much else to do and we kind of LIVED in our bus.
It all started with catching the ferry from Rotterdam to Hull, getting attacks of claustrophobia
in the 4-people cabins on the inside of the ship and deciding to calm myself down with wine and whiskey.
My friends didn't mind joining me in that.
From Hull we drove to Edinburgh, where we stayed for a night,
had a guide show us the city and lateron my friends and I went to a club named "the three sisters"
and tried to keep the weird guys that happend to be there away from us.
Shopping and Starbucks the next morning, the last sights of civilisation
and the last cup of real coffee for far too many days, we just didn't know yet.
In the evening we arrived in a tiny village called Nethy Bridge, our "home" for the next week.
The food was surprisingly very good, my friends managed to get the best room in the house
and the showers were just as I had expected them: not that lovely.
We went to Inverness, Loch Ness [didn't find Nessie though], various castles and "famous" brigdes, visited the Glenfiddich Whiskey distillery, Walker's cookie factory, went to the ocean
in the north of Scotland, a town called Elgin, the local Pub, learned scottish dances,
listened to a female bagpipes-player, ate vegetarian Haggis, bought tons of Cadbury chocolate,
slept far too little, did a lot of stupid stuff [like standing on a brigde vomiting just for fun]
and got drunk almost every night.
In short: we had a blast.
And now I came back, had a parcel in the postbox which made me smile heaps
and I feel very exhausted from the journey but happy right now.