Travel Notes

Stepped into National Museum of Scotland. I'll have to go back. One of the exhibits was a massive chest w/ a locking mechanism which covered the entire underside of the lid.

Simpson's guitars seems t'ave gone missing. Now I'll have a chance to get lost & try to look for one of the other ones while having only a vague idea of where it was. Of course, I could just drop into a wifi café.

Heading out with a mission: get lost, get guitar strings, and get back home. Lauri, a flat mate has a Spanish classical guitar w/ nylon strings on which I pretend I can play Asilos Magdalena by the Mars Volta.

It's weird how you associate everyone you meet with their country of origin. Fred from France, Lauri from Spain, Stuart from Scotland...

My turn to cook. Using the trusty interweb I've located a couple Asian markets nearby.

Wow. Both my banks are doing upgrades apparently. Vancity's supposedly having an ABM outage as well! I hope that's the only prob cuz I need cash for the new flat tomorrow morning.

Sweet we have a flat shared w/ 4 others. Everybody we've met so far is really nice and I'm looking forward to the next 3 weeks here!

The luggage locker computer demanded an extra 40p to get our luggage back cuz we were an hour late. We dropped the coins in and nothing happened. Suddenly, there was a bang behind us and the door was open. Felt like Indiana Jones or something.

Finished a plate of Trippa Marchigiana. Never had tripe w/ pasta sauce before! Yummy! (Mike tends to disagree, though.)

Lounging outside Giuliano's with an Irn Bru and sunny passers by. And the luggage which we couldn't fit in the locker at the "yellow youth hostel." Quite a bit of it...