It’s been awhile since I’ve updated the world on my many adventures. Have no fear, I have returned to bring you up to speed. But in the wake of a lovely weekend in Scotland, there are many tales that lest they be told may be forgotten.
Our story begins at 12:00 AM Friday. With my alarm set for 3 AM, I found myself too restless to sleep prior to our 4 AM departure to King’s Cross. Delirious and definitely silly, the lot of us strolled into the station around 5 AM leaving plenty of time to visit a Harry Potter landmark, Platform 9 ¾ (which is not actually between the real platform 9 and 10), before our train to Edinburgh at 6:15 AM.
The five hour ride seemed like a flash for thankfully I was able to sleep through a good deal of the trip. We arrived to a rainy Scotland with our tour guide (who would later be nicknamed Fabio) and our group of 52 (a grab bag of Asians, students, and obnoxious Peruvians).
After taking a leisurely ride around the town of Edinburgh, stopping at some key locations to take quick photos in between minor drizzles, we checked into our hostel. Of course my room wasn’t ready yet, so I dropped off my bags in the storage closet and rejoined my companions to some lovely overpriced Italian food.
Returning for a quick nap time before hitting the bar at the hostel, I soon learned (and much to my dismay) that my roommates in the hostel would consist of a loud group of rude Portuguese speaking travelers who we learned at the end of the trip. My experiences with them would only become more pleasant…
With a 7:45 call time the next morning, we decided to have a low key night at the hostel bar. We met an outrageous group caught in the celebrations of a stag party that night – one of whom decided to steal our subpar mac and cheese. After some free drinks on their tab, I hit the sack and slept soundly… or did I?