If I wasn't already a random traveling mess, Scotland sealed the deal. For the first stop on my first ten-day break I went to Edinburgh, Scotland, which set the bar very high as my favorite city. To make things even more random, I was there for less than 24 hours! To prepare for my ten-day adventure, I managed to stuff as many sweaters and socks as I possibly could into my backpack... and then managed to stuff my backpack into those tiny metal cages that the evil airport workers actually enforce the measurement limits on (which is what I get for buying an $11 plane ticket.) Personally, I believe they are an evil cult because they managed to single me out in every airport I flew out of on my trip. I am a professional packer, however, I have absolutely no muscles in my upper body and they would watch me use my entire body weight to shove my backpack in and out of their torture devices. Obviously, I defeated their corrupt system, but can someone help a sister out before I throw out my back?
|I am obsessed with the zoom on my camera|
We arrived in Edinburg around one in the afternoon and it was like walking into cultural mayhem. I thought it was funny how every hostel I looked at seemed to be booked up on the day we arrived. Little did we know we arrived on one of the most important days to the Scottish people, rugby game day. The energy on the street was insane people were everywhere wearing their scarves, obscure fan gear, and of course KILTS! There were kilts EVERYWHERE. It was awesome! Also, the men in Scotland are absolutely huge, never have I seen such large calves come out of a skirt. Even luckier for us the day we were there was the Scotland vs. England match, so we were really getting the full UK experience!
|I found this hilarious... want to see the monster? Definitely not mature|
|This bagpipe player was shredding it on the corner!|
Instantly our game plan changed and we were so pumped to experience a real rugby game in a real pub. However, the match did not start until five, so we had to cram in all the sights of Scotland into about two or three hours. Also, we had to wake up the next morning at seven to catch out flight to Dublin. Go hard or go home ladies and gents, you only live once!
|Arthur's Seat unfinished pillars|
|St. Giles... or St. Mary's not 100% sure about this one|