Edinburgh

Aye, Edinburgh, aye. A woonderful wee toown with more historical sights than you can shake a kilt at and dodgy bagpipe rock music blasting from tacky Scottish tourist stores located all over toown.

Reece was kind enough to lend us his room for a couple of nights in downtoown Edinburgh. Following the adventures of Lagos, Anna and I were both fairly exhausted but managed to find enough energy to wander the town aimlessly gazing at the numerous historical landmarks from various era's. Obviously, I did not read many plaques or involve myself too heavily in the exact details of these buildings and structures, to simply look and wonder was enough for me.

The sun shone every day we were there, what did Neil say? "Everywhere you go, all ways take the weather with you.” Well, we did. Scottish people were getting their shirts off en masse; sun bathing in the park was the newest craze sweeping Edinburgh. The pale transparency of the Scotsmen’s skin meant you could almost make out the internal organs of each shirtless braveheart as they strolled through the park. A great training tool for 1st year medicine students I reckon. Girls were lying around in their bras without a care in the world, what is the use of a bikini when you get four days of sunshine a year? Aye aye. My favourite Edinburgh sunshine fad was the 1 use BBQ's that numbered in their 100's. They basically consist of a bucket of coal and grille. It was like being in a refugee camp with smoke billowing across the length of the meadows.

The Scotts love to deep fry everything but we made a point of staying clear of this delicacy, except for deep fried ice cream one night for dessert. But we did get a serving of chips (crisps for those UK viewers) with almost every meal, whether that be a gourmet sandwich or soup of the day, the Scotts obviously believe any meal can benefit from sensory and aesthetic value a handful of chips brings to a plate.

Edinburgh is very picturesque and I will post some photos in and wee short while, ayerrgh.