London's Calling

Today nothing overly exciting happened. Last night at the hostel a large group of French students were playing cards until well past midnight. They were loud and had the lights on in the dorm-room. Then at around 3am a group of these Australian girls came in drunk and very loud. At around 3:30am I think one of them fell out of their bed. I heard a loud thud then heard someone get back in their bed. Other people were in and out all night causing much noise. I had to be up by 4am to catch a 4:30am taxi to the airport. It was a long night! However, I didn't feel guilty about being a little loud when I had to get up and gather my things a 4am.....okay so I might have made a few thumps and thuds....on "accident" of course. I decided to head back to London because there were a few things I really wanted to see and do and I had a day or two before Jeff would be in Germany. Well, I got on the plane and again I started to feel sick. I had the same plane experience to London that I did to Edinburgh. I wasn't as sick to my stomach, but I did sleep the entire way. I decided to grab a cheap hotel instead of a hostel. While I enjoyed the hostel in Edinburgh as far as some of the amenities I really didn't care for the people and my overall experience. I kept to myself. I'll go on a rant about the hostel now:

I was the oldest person in the hostel....even older than the staff. Everyone was young and pretty immature and/or odd. There was a guy there who was on the Skype phone with his girlfriend and there is no way I can ever reiterate what he said and how he said it, but it was cheesy. It was something like, "Every city I go to I take a day to walk in the park and think of you. I admire the roses and trees and then I'll sit on the grass and dream" That's the best way I can phrase it. I woke up one morning and went to the common area to find a guy passed out with a beer in his hand. There was also a guy playing the guitar to the girl he'd just met. They looked like they'd been drinking all night. He was trying to serenade her, but he only knew two songs on the guitar. He didn't play either one of them very well. They were hippie songs. The next night the same guy was trying to serenade this group of girls and he was playing the same two songs. It was sad. My other big beef with the hostel was that the Internet access sucked! When I use the Internet I want to get on, get off, and get on my way. I'm not here to be on the Internet the entire time. People will spend hours just sitting all night on the computer. I do that enough at home and work. I'm not going to do it here. Well since Internet sucks it takes a while to access information. So when I'm making plans for the day or the following day it is tough. My other beef was that the hostel washed, dried, and folded my laundry. I hate to be picky, but they didn't use Bounce sheets or whatever so the entire time my past were latching onto my long johns and everything else. It was annoying! The hostel was also undergoing construction the entire time. This hostel really sucked!

So, I arrived in London not feeling too well, but well enough to grab a cheap breakfast and look into my plans. Well, all the expense and effort to get to London wasn't worth it. I wasn't really able to do what I wanted to do. My first goal was to see a show at the Globe Theater, but it's closed until April. I could have shown that they were doing a winter show. Sworn! Then my second thought was to do a morning trip to Stonehenge, but the bus schedule was so infrequent that I'd leave late and arrive back in London late wasting the better part of the day. I wish I dropped by Stonehenge on my way to Bath, but I could have sworn that Stonehenge was north of London. Sworn! So strike two! So today I flew to London and I'm sick and I'm in a poor mood. Tomorrow I'll try to get out and see some stuff. I'll try to see if I can see any London shows tomorrow as well, but that might cost some serious pounds. I'll try to make the most of it if I'm feeling better.

Since I have a little bit of time I'll post some other photos from Scotland:

I loved Scotland! It's beautiful! The Highlands and Edinburgh in particular!!!

Morning in Edinburgh

Grave

This is Bobby. This is the most photographed thing in Edinburgh. Bobby for about 14 years (I think) stood by the grave of his master. The graveyard keeper was buried next to his master as well since he feed Bobby all those years. Bobby was buried outside the graveyard since knowone knew what religion he followed. Disney made a movie about his adventures, but to me that would be boring and/or miss the point. I mean the dog just sat there by the grave for 14 years.......doesn't make for a very compelling plot-line. Anyway!

Bobby

Bobby

George Heriot's School