"This is where the fun begins"Aer LingusDublin, Ireland: The Battle of JetLagIreland: Wicklow and the last day in DublinOur London experience...Change of plans - I'll be in Scotland 'afore ye (Part I)Change of plans - I'll be in Scotland 'afore ye (Part II)The cross country tour: Edinburgh (Part I)The cross country tour: Edinburgh Castle (Part II)The cross country tour: Journey to Thurso (Part III)The northern adventure: Thuro, Stromness, and WickEdinburgh, Glasgow: To and fro'A few randomsOban, Scotland: The AC Choir and the ColiseumCraignure, Isle of Mull: Yeah...about thatOban, Scotland: Back to Oban / Queen's HotelWestern Adventures: Mull, Iona, Staffa, & Oban (Part I)Western Adventures: Mull, Iona, Staffa, & Oban (Part II)The finale: Last morning in Oban / Last day in Glasgow
 | Zathrak |  | Ireland, England, & Scotland |  | Change of plans - I'll be... |
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May 3 2010, 10:30 PM
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We spent nearly half a day contemplating what to do with this schedule. It was taxing but after we did figure it all out, Jo was magical enough to be able to make it all happen on the schedule and such. She’s good at those kinds of things. Even though I always give her a hard time, she does know how to talk to people in other countries. Because of our hours of collaboration and planning, and because of her on-the-fly travel prowess, we are currently on the plane from London, England to Edinburgh, Scotland which obviously wasn’t really in the original itinerary.
Our morning began very leisurely as Jo wanted to sleep in (as always) and so we really didn’t get up until after 10:30pm. Though it’s somewhat warranted after spending nearly every moment from 1pm until midnight figuring out our new options. I even found myself sucked in to the Scottish Parliament debates (as the election will occur in only a matter of days and we will be here to see it happen.) until way late at night. Anyhow, Jo got the taxi arranged and we went down to check out for the day. They ended up charging us for the mini-bar which we had in our room. We were like “WTF mates?! We didn’t have any mini-bar-ness and if we had known we’d be charged for it, maybe we should have!” As it turns out, when you remove an item from its designated location, you have only a few moments before it becomes registered as a sale. Last night, I took out a mini bottle of something and showed it to Jo and put it back. Oh wells – it was all fixed. We then found our taxi driver who was of middle-eastern decent. I will spare you the 45 minutes of awkward travelling banter and just leave you with a few notes on this. He hit me at least half-dozen times. He made me sit up front with him and shove Jo in the back with my checked bag and carry on. He smelled funny. We were driving around in a Mercedes. And, the damn car nearly took my head off when I got in, and when I did manage to shove my big American ass in the hotwheels-sized vehicle, I had the pleasure if getting roasted out (it was hot) whilst sitting with my head and neck tilted to the side because I was too tall. I now have a headache. Oh, and he gave Jo a hug and told her to come visit him again when she has had two babies. We passed a sign on the side of the road that said “Humps Ahead” which I certainly found amusing. Apparently speed bumps are greater than or equal to “humps.” Oh oh oh, and speaking of humps, the taxi driver made sure that I checked out this “very fine young Indian girl” who we had passed on the way to the Airport. I had to say something so the best I came up with was “well we could always pick her up but she will have to sit in the back with Jo and have my luggage sit on her lap (which barely fit in the seat as it were).” Ahhh hooray for a much needed comedic break. Jo wants everyone to know that he may have made the London trip worth it for her.
When we got in to the airport, the first thing I saw was a freaking sniper walking around the balcony on the perimeter. And yes, he was a sniper because he definitely had an m-15 or something. How bad-ass do you think he feels though, really? “Yeah, I’m just taking my sweet time walking around all extra slow with an oversized gun waiting to shoot someone.” Anyhow, the airport was nice and huge. Jo ended up getting frisked by security. It was probably something similar to the “Italian in Algiers” situation (bad joke intentional.) She sounded off the alarm and so she got the privilege to be frisked. When it was all over, she was describing it all to me. I ended up really having a good laugh when she mentioned that the frisker (?) was reaching around behind her checking for badstuff and when she did, Jo wanted to give her a hug lol. (For those that don’t follow, it’s because she was basically being hugged by the…frisker.) (We found some “Tin Duck” restaurant that was the first good breakfast and/or lunch that we’ve had since we’ve been out. Though, we nearly walked out after waiting 20 minutes for our server to appear. Jo even ended up saying “I’m so baffled right now” after watching like 3 servers walk past us as if we hadn’t existed. In summary, it sucked but it was all good (literally) and we made it to our gate in time. This time, our seats on the plane were quite decent, except yet again to my immediate back left, a screaming child resided. Whyyyyy must I always sit nearly directly in front of a family of 6…4 of which are below the age of 4?! Ugh.
End of Part I...
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