Too Scottish for me?!

Three scared Germans and a flying double-decker

It took me around 1h30 to get from Glasgow to Edinburgh. The bus was not even on the road that I was sleeping...I must that I met a lot more "pub drunk" and at the end of my three days in Glasgow, I was nearly becoming one myself! At least I know to person sad of seeing me leave Glasgow. Me friend Hélène and Sean the landlord of the "Bhoys" pub (I'm sorry to tell you all that the name is...hum, let's just call it the Bhoys Club!).

I want a Royal Mile!

I found out that I was in Edinburgh when my neck nearly broke from a bump in the road! Then I wasn't able to get back to sleep when I realize that Tommy (no he is not dead!!) was driving the double-decker like Michael Schumacher. He was just crazy, he was shouting at the cars in front of him...When I looked around I saw some german tourist with the scariest look I've ever seen...We finally arrived at the Edinburgh bus station. I cordially said : Cheers mate! Tommy was so happy that he gave me that devil's smile and said to me: "Mate, I think those germans had the ride of their life!" Yes they did! They will probably get back to Germany and the only thing they will talk about is the time when they escaped death in Scotland. I nearly invited Tommy for a quick pint but I've decided that he was probably drunk enough like that... After all that excitement, it was time to go drop my stuff at the hostel I've book 6 months in advance (be aware that booking a room in Edinburgh is like taking the most difficult thing in the world and multiply it by 500). I realize that I was in tourist territory when in the last 500 yards I've heard every language on earth but english (or scottish)!!! The girl at the reception was a bit creepy with every piece of flesh pierced but she loves her job...I guess that I would have been better served by a ear ring than by Samantha (as she was called)!!! I didn't had the chance to ask her but with the nameplate on her oversized boobs it nearly broke my eyes! So here I was in a 18-beds dormitory. With all the smells that goes with it! I don't know why but the only bed with vacancy is the one the furhtest from the window and the one that a "guest" put is dirty sox on the head of the bed... I love hostel!

Ay Love!

Soon enough I was walking on the Royal Mile. I was probably the only one not queuing to take a picture of the phone booth! I finally realize that I prefer Glasgow! But hey, I would still want to own the Royal Mile and all his tacky shops! I had a nice time in Edinburgh before being ripped by a a lovely lady at the till of the Edinburgh Castle!

- Hiya love!

- Hiya, single for the Castle!

- Wi't 'e Scott's M'ori'al?

- Why not!

- 15 pounds, love! (With the nicest smile...)

- 15 feckin' quid!

- Ay, love!

You know if I owned that Royal Mile it would have been free...How much will that cost me???!!! After paying 15 quids I felt like I should at least enjoyed everything the Castle as to offer...I guess that I was not the only one feeling like this today as everyday of the year! I had hope that every tourist would still be queuing near the phone booth! I had at least a clear view of the Dog's cemetery! Don't laugh! It's a very important piece of the Castle! I LOVE DOG!!! The Castle was alright nothing more...but I felt robbed of 15 quids that would have been very usefull as I entered a pub near the Royal Mile! - A pint of bitter mate!

- Wat zer u wan?

- A fecking pint of bitter!

- Zwe d'don't zerv tat!

- Okay just give a beer!

- Bier, Ay! Thank god! He didn't called me love or mate, because I was neither! But I was again ripped from my best fiver! It was not my day, so I went back to the hostel and called it a day!

A snoring competition...

I hereby declare the tall blond chap the winner of the '05 Edinburgh Annual Snoring Contest". The worst night of my life! Being 18 lads in a room is not my thing!

10:00 I go to bed waking up a japanese and a dutch

10:01 Somebody shout: " Can you shut the light?"

11:15 Still not asleep

11:17 Wish I was asleep as two chaps start to snore

11:51 Snoring gets...louder and louder!

12:46 I go to the toilet

02:24 Another lad gets in the act!

02:45 Three Australian chaps entered to room drunk and try to climb on my bed

02:47 Knock Australian #2 on the floor

02:49 Australian #1 and #3 start snoring

03:00 Australian #2 ask himself why he was sleeping on the floor

03:01 to 03:10 the Australians go to the toilet

03:30 Get a bit of sleep...ZZZZzzzZZZZ

03:31 I said a bit!!!

04:00 Toilet time again...

05:12 The Japanese is getting up

05:13 I shout : "Can you feckin' close the light??? Even after that great night, I had to go buy some tacky souvenirs for my friends back home...and so I did! I did more sightseeing after that I found a pub when they had bitter and I received change for a fiver!!! I wonder lying in bed if Edinburgh was too scottish for me!?!?