Apparently I’m really bad at this kind of thing. This should really come as no surprise because I’ve ALWAYS been bad at this kind of thing, but I had hoped that I would actually be able to keep up with it while I was doing this whole going on an adventure thing. Oh well.
So what have I been up to? Lots of things. Since I last posted on here, I’ve been to Paris, Wales, and Edinburgh. However, for those of you who have been reading the school newspaper (those who go to the school where you can read the newspaper), you will know about these experiences. Or at least the experiences that I feel up to putting in the paper (aka, no drinking stories, alas). Unfortunately, being a terrible blogger, most of these things are in the comparatively far past, so you only get to hear about Edinburgh for today. It’s probably still going to be a long one though, so yay?
I wasn’t really sure what there was to do in Edinburgh when I signed up for it, but I knew I would want to go to Scotland. I went with a group from school, which means that we have an adult to make sure we make it on the train but we’re mostly free to do whatever we want. We took the train to Edinburgh, which was about a four and a half hour train ride from London. We left from King’s Cross amid many jokes about how we were driving past scenery that the Hogwarts Express drove past, but the ride was really scenic and wonderful.
Once we got there, we settled into the hostel (my first ever hostel experience although a surprisingly pleasant one) and then headed up to Edinburgh Castle. I talk about this in my article, so let me just say that I have no idea who on Earth would ever want to attack this castle. It has cliff face on three of the four sides. Good luck, suckers.
Friday night, we went on a ghost tour. I’d heard they could get pretty creepy because they take you underground in the vaults of the city, but apparently we missed out on that one. Ours was comparatively lame, although the guide was pretty funny and informative (and looked like Benedict Cumberbatch…). We ended up in the pub, where we got free drinks thanks to the ghost tour. We talked to a couple of other Americans that had been on the ghost tour with us. The two of them went to Western and are studying at Harlaxton, but the best part was when the girl looked at me and asked me if I knew someone at Xavier that I definitely do know. Best small world moment ever.
Saturday morning, we went on a tour around the city. I loved our guide. You could easily imagine him fighting against the English in a kilt. And he proudly made fun of the English at every open opportunity. I also decided that Scottish people are officially one of my favorite groups of people. When our guide was telling us about some Scots taking the castle, he asked, “Do you think 30 Scotsmen could defeat 1000 Englishmen?” None of us really responded, but this older man that was walking by with his wife proudly declared, “Of course they can!”
I compare every city to London these days, and Edinburgh is definitely a lot smaller than London. Or, at least, the older part of Edinburgh is, and I never really went to the “newer” side. Still though, it’s a really pretty city and not so massive as my new home. We spent most of Saturday just wandering around, checking out a few museums and gift shops. And I found a rubber duck! I wanted one wearing a kilt, but instead I got one wearing the Scottish flag. Still, I’m content.
Easily one of the best things about Edinburgh was all of the French people wandering around. They were there for the rugby game on Sunday, but they obviously decided to start the party early because they spent Friday night and pretty much all day Saturday wandering around the city drunkenly, heckling anyone that looked at them for too long.
Saturday night, we did a pub crawl with 70 of our closest friends. 70 people on a pub crawl makes things a bit hectic, to say the least, but we got lots of free drinks, so I’m not really complaining. Although I guess I should add, as somewhat ashamed of it as I am, I had my first wipe out during the pub crawl. I would like to that, as anyone who knows me well can confirm, I tend to be rather clumsy, so this wipe out was rather late in coming. I mean, I was tipsy, but certainly not drunk enough to completely bite it like I did. I contend that I only ended up on the ground because I hit one of those two foot tall pillars they have along sidewalks sometimes, which set off my ability to catch myself, which means I ended up on the ground. Fail. Although I didn’t rip any clothing, which I consider a success.
Anywho. Sunday, we decided to recover from the night before by climbing a mountain. We had heard that you could get really great pictures from the top, and I don’t know that any of us were really thinking that the climb would be quite so difficult as it was despite being told it would take forty minutes to get to the top. But we did, and the view was fantastic, and I got the opportunity to let out my inner mountain goat to climb all over rocks, which is one of those things that randomly makes me happy for no particular reason.
Then the train back, when I kindly informed the lovely the gentleman sitting next to me that lifeguarding at DisneyWorld was cool precisely because it’s not a real job (sounds a lot worse taken out of context), and we finally arrived back in King’s Cross and back home.
So my weekend in a very long nutshell. In case you were wondering. :)