Epic European Adventure, Part Three: Edinburgh
I haven't even managed to get this out of the UK yet...
AND YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE RID OF ME.
Uni is...vaguely approaching settling in, only they keep going HEY GUESS WHAT: ROLEPLAYS :D :D:D in class and alksdjlaksdjas stressful. But oh my god could there be a better salve than Merlin fandom? I switched the computer on yesterday to discover NOT ONLY the plethora of expected glory over at reel_merlin, but that someone had written a Good Omens crossover whilst SOMEONE ELSE had made a fanvid to Enchanted music and oh god I love everyone.
NOT TO MENTION NARUTO BEING YEEEEEEES AND LASKJALSKAJSLKAJSAS YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONDY -
- I mean, photos.
Right.
Being Scotland, it begins with drinking - despite our total failure at doing anything even vaguely resembling a drinking tour of Europe. No beer in Prague, no Guinness in Dublin, no ouzo in Greece and no whiskey in Scotland...but we managed a couple of cocktails named after the pub's adopted story about a woman who wasn't quite dead after they hung her.
Not In Focus but I really wanted to be able to say: look! MORE Christmas markets! :D :D :D
Where there are Very Serious hats.
And dancing! In my defense, Ten Thousand Nights of Thunder had just come on through the piped music. If you don't know why this was absolutely thrilling, see here.
And no comments about the probable contents of that mug - it was in fact Fahye's mulled wine, which I responsibly minded whilst she scoured over the gorgeous glass jewelery and, inevitably, took my photo.
Our hostel here was one of my favourites - CHECK THAT LOCATION. The people were lovely as well, with free walking tours, a nice common area and lots of information. :D
And decorations! Fahye continues to look distinctly unimpressed. -_-;
ALSO ALSO ALSO THE ROOMS WERE THEMED. There was the Latin room, the Biology room, the Underwear room, the Virgin room....this, however, was ours. WE GOT TO STAKE LAAAAAAAND. >D
Fahye was given the keys to Shetlands, whilst I nicked off with Orkney. :D
THEN WE WENT TO THE CASTLE AND THIRTY SECONDS LATER THE WEATHER EXPLODED. Just in case you need a reminder of those wonderful photos, mine was here whilst our lovely synch'd postin' put Fahye's over here.
I braved the weather to watch the one o'clock gun go off (F wimped it out in the restaurant :P). Gun possibly not as entertaining as watching an unfortunate group of tourists lose control over about six umbrellas simultaneously, because I am sadistic like that.
SANCTUARY.
More ghosts attach themselves to F, on the way down to the prison.
Here's how this went: we wander into the exhibition. I fumble with my audio guide before finally managing to switch it on. Whilst waiting for the introductory message for this section to run through, I start taking about four billion photos of this - the Royal family tree. A minute in Fahye turns to look at me, watching with a smirk as I stood there zooming. Another minute, and the audioguide suddenly goes PHOTOS ARE FORBIDDEN IN THIS SECTION THAT MEANS YOU causing her to burst out laughing at the look on my face whilst I come this close to flinging my camera across the room in sheer flailing terror. "I was waiting for you to get to that part" SCREW YOU. THERE COULD HAVE BEEN ROTTWEILERS.
Exited in time to see this sign blow down the street. At speed. Fun times.
Did I mention I love this hostel?
THEN EDINBURGH BURNT THE FUCK DOWN. We watched this from the bathroom window - with a slightly morbid group of instant friends. :D We applauded that fireman when he climbed down the ladder to swap with another one.
The next day: What. That's our free walking tour gathering on the left!
Our tour guide - an adorable Australian called Kane - shows us a trick step.
Where To Spit.
The sun was so bright!
Damage from the night before...
With firemen still hanging around. D:
Grassmarket.
Locked off home to the Mackenzie poltergeist.
Lol'd.
Speaking of - this school apparently helped to inspire Hogwarts. This is, incidentally, the view from our room's window DID I MENTION MY LOVE FOR THIS HOSTEL?
My last jaunt out was the utterly hilarious ghost tour - "we used to have people jumping out at you, but...well actually I don't have an excuse, we just can't be bothered anymore" - run by the same folk as the free walking tour (these guys, incidentally). One of my trip highlights. <3
The Shame of Scotland - they wanted to build a Greek temple (why?), they just couldn't be bothered to finish it. :S
Our lovely Canadian tour guide, telling us (AHAHAHAHAHA) about the celebrations at Beltane. Later, he a) laughed at my attempts to describe a wombat (YOU TRY IT) and b) fell for the drop bear business despite my explicit warning not to before I even started. Jeez. XD
All in all, I wish I was back in Scotland. ;___________; Pa always talks about Prague being his home in a previous life - if I had one, it was in Scotland. This country is amazing, and I swear some day I shall make it back for the festival. *nodnod*
AND YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE RID OF ME.
Uni is...vaguely approaching settling in, only they keep going HEY GUESS WHAT: ROLEPLAYS :D :D:D in class and alksdjlaksdjas stressful. But oh my god could there be a better salve than Merlin fandom? I switched the computer on yesterday to discover NOT ONLY the plethora of expected glory over at reel_merlin, but that someone had written a Good Omens crossover whilst SOMEONE ELSE had made a fanvid to Enchanted music and oh god I love everyone.
NOT TO MENTION NARUTO BEING YEEEEEEES AND LASKJALSKAJSLKAJSAS YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONDY -
- I mean, photos.
Right.
Being Scotland, it begins with drinking - despite our total failure at doing anything even vaguely resembling a drinking tour of Europe. No beer in Prague, no Guinness in Dublin, no ouzo in Greece and no whiskey in Scotland...but we managed a couple of cocktails named after the pub's adopted story about a woman who wasn't quite dead after they hung her.
Not In Focus but I really wanted to be able to say: look! MORE Christmas markets! :D :D :D
Where there are Very Serious hats.
And dancing! In my defense, Ten Thousand Nights of Thunder had just come on through the piped music. If you don't know why this was absolutely thrilling, see here.
And no comments about the probable contents of that mug - it was in fact Fahye's mulled wine, which I responsibly minded whilst she scoured over the gorgeous glass jewelery and, inevitably, took my photo.
Our hostel here was one of my favourites - CHECK THAT LOCATION. The people were lovely as well, with free walking tours, a nice common area and lots of information. :D
And decorations! Fahye continues to look distinctly unimpressed. -_-;
ALSO ALSO ALSO THE ROOMS WERE THEMED. There was the Latin room, the Biology room, the Underwear room, the Virgin room....this, however, was ours. WE GOT TO STAKE LAAAAAAAND. >D
Fahye was given the keys to Shetlands, whilst I nicked off with Orkney. :D
THEN WE WENT TO THE CASTLE AND THIRTY SECONDS LATER THE WEATHER EXPLODED. Just in case you need a reminder of those wonderful photos, mine was here whilst our lovely synch'd postin' put Fahye's over here.
I braved the weather to watch the one o'clock gun go off (F wimped it out in the restaurant :P). Gun possibly not as entertaining as watching an unfortunate group of tourists lose control over about six umbrellas simultaneously, because I am sadistic like that.
SANCTUARY.
More ghosts attach themselves to F, on the way down to the prison.
Here's how this went: we wander into the exhibition. I fumble with my audio guide before finally managing to switch it on. Whilst waiting for the introductory message for this section to run through, I start taking about four billion photos of this - the Royal family tree. A minute in Fahye turns to look at me, watching with a smirk as I stood there zooming. Another minute, and the audioguide suddenly goes PHOTOS ARE FORBIDDEN IN THIS SECTION THAT MEANS YOU causing her to burst out laughing at the look on my face whilst I come this close to flinging my camera across the room in sheer flailing terror. "I was waiting for you to get to that part" SCREW YOU. THERE COULD HAVE BEEN ROTTWEILERS.
Exited in time to see this sign blow down the street. At speed. Fun times.
Did I mention I love this hostel?
THEN EDINBURGH BURNT THE FUCK DOWN. We watched this from the bathroom window - with a slightly morbid group of instant friends. :D We applauded that fireman when he climbed down the ladder to swap with another one.
The next day: What. That's our free walking tour gathering on the left!
Our tour guide - an adorable Australian called Kane - shows us a trick step.
Where To Spit.
The sun was so bright!
Damage from the night before...
With firemen still hanging around. D:
Grassmarket.
Locked off home to the Mackenzie poltergeist.
Lol'd.
Speaking of - this school apparently helped to inspire Hogwarts. This is, incidentally, the view from our room's window DID I MENTION MY LOVE FOR THIS HOSTEL?
My last jaunt out was the utterly hilarious ghost tour - "we used to have people jumping out at you, but...well actually I don't have an excuse, we just can't be bothered anymore" - run by the same folk as the free walking tour (these guys, incidentally). One of my trip highlights. <3
The Shame of Scotland - they wanted to build a Greek temple (why?), they just couldn't be bothered to finish it. :S
Our lovely Canadian tour guide, telling us (AHAHAHAHAHA) about the celebrations at Beltane. Later, he a) laughed at my attempts to describe a wombat (YOU TRY IT) and b) fell for the drop bear business despite my explicit warning not to before I even started. Jeez. XD
All in all, I wish I was back in Scotland. ;___________; Pa always talks about Prague being his home in a previous life - if I had one, it was in Scotland. This country is amazing, and I swear some day I shall make it back for the festival. *nodnod*