Hello all
Long time since I have posted. I promise I'll get back to it soon...it's hard to find the energy to post even though I want to tell you about everything that is happening. Lots of things but at the same time nothing, just living and working and having fun and being bored and all that jazz.
This weekend (well, Saturday to Tuesday) I am going to Dublin with Cheryl for a few days so that will be exciting to visit the second most expensive city in the EU after Copenhagen...kinda takes the happiness of getting a 99p flight to the place!
I'm going with Cheryl, Briony can't make it unfortunately as she has just started a new job with Harvey Nichols working in HR and needs the moolah. I just wanted to get out of Edinburgh for a few days before the Festival starts which is a few days into August. Can't wait. Opening weekend (next weekend) I have a wedding at a castle to attend (story and photos I promise!) on the Saturday and then a week off work to enjoy the festival to the fullest. I see the Edinburgh Tattoo on the 11 August.
So just a friendly hello to all those who have sent me emails this week, it's going to be a few days before I reply (sorry Jen, Jo, Melissa and Thea and Melanie (so nice to hear from you!) from Myer). That way I can let you know all about my travels to Dublin town. I have actually been busy at work this week so less time to reply to my emails. Life can be so hard! Keep the emails coming of course, I love love love hearing from all of you, no matter how boring you think the emails are I can't wait to read them. Same goes for comments on my blog, it makes me feel better about writing them if I read that someone is actually reading these things!
Friday, July 27, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Sparkle and Glitz
Here we are looking very glam for a housewarming we went to on the weekend. The next day we didn't look so good, went for a double feature at the Cameo (Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz. Hot Fuzz was RIDICULOUS!) and ate so much junk it wasn't funny. Couple of hours walking and enjoying the sunshine fixed that, though.
Apparantly Edinburgh had the best weather in Britain yesterday! Makes a change from all the dreary weather we've had last month. Fingers crossed it keeps up x
Monday, July 9, 2007
I'm getting a tattoo...
A ticket to the Edinburgh Military Tattoo!
Someone just offered a spare (free) ticket at work and I nabbed it.
Not normally my cup of tea but what a great experience. I'm sure there's a great difference from watching a snippet on television to being there, perched high in the stands with thousands of others. Looking forward to it!
Link:
http://www.edinburgh-tattoo.co.uk/tattoo-experience/castle.html
Someone just offered a spare (free) ticket at work and I nabbed it.
Not normally my cup of tea but what a great experience. I'm sure there's a great difference from watching a snippet on television to being there, perched high in the stands with thousands of others. Looking forward to it!
Link:
http://www.edinburgh-tattoo.co.uk/tattoo-experience/castle.html
The Amsterdam Experience
Amsterdam 29 June - 2 July.
So, the time has finally rolled around. Briony and I are venturing to Europa! We've had our flights and accom booked for awhile and are very excited to be going to Amsterdam.
The night before our flight we celebrated Briony's birthday with a small gathering of friends at our house. We watched Borat and ate pizza from our new Turkish friend downstairs who runs the chip shop. I drop that it is Briony's birthday and he gives us an extra pizza for free. Bargain...it's really yummy too. By the time everyone leaves and we do all the dishes and pack it is only a few hours before we have to get up to head to the airport. Into bed and I check 100 times I have set my alarm before I nod off.
The next morning up we get just before 6am. A quick change out of pjs into clothes and B and I both agree there is to be no glamour on this flight - it is with Easyjet after all. So we're a bit stinky from not having a shower - it's first on our list of things to do once we get to Amsterdam. Wander down to Waverley Bridge and catch the Airport bus - no dramas and around half an hour later we are there. Edinburgh Airport is nothing fancy and the lines of people going on summer holidays are massive. Not quite chaotic - the Scots are too lazy, just a hell of a lot of people with what seems like very little organisation. After a long wait in the wrong line (we found out we were in the line to Birmingham or somewhere...oops) we checked in and went to wait at the gate. Filled in the time waiting to board our flight by watching the only coffee bar struggle with only one guy behind the counter and a line of 15+ people. He did well, and I do lie, he did have help - albeit intermittedly. There was a very pregnant, very young girl who kinda wandered in and out as she pleased, pressed some buttons on the machine for a minute, wiped over the bin, then wandered off to talk on her mobile phone for 10 minutes before returning again. We are also fascinated (and repulsed) by the fact the bar is full at 7.30 in the morning and people are gulping down lagers. Gates open around half eight and onto the plane we go. EasyJet is kind of like JetStar, no allocated seats and very budget. No TV screens and no life jackets (just kidding!). The cabin crew wear denim. Weird. Hehe, we have to walk on the tarmac as well. Such a backwater - even Adelaide doesn't do that anymore.
Find two seats together near the back of the plane and realise pretty quickly we're sitting in front of a crazy woman. She was yelling out things (attention seeking) at the gate before we boarded and is continuing to do the same to sttract the attention of the lads sitting in front of her on the plane. I think she is drugged out of her brain, but she gets attention cos she's got skinny jeans and stilettos on.
It's a rowdy flight, feels like I'm on a school bus, not an international flight. Lucky it's only 2 hours or so before we are landing at Schipol Airport. Crazy lady gets on her phone after landing (but still on plane) and declares her friend can meet her in departures because she "hid a knife in a pot plant there". We depart (again, walking on the tarmac - must be in vogue to do this again) and walk for ages before getting our bags and going to the train station to get into town.
Once we got tickets for the train (had to get change to put into machine, they didn't accept notes. Cha.), we head underground and toddle on a train. We walk on but don't go in the first carriage as it looks too classy and must be first class. Then we realise the whole train looks like that so we have a comfy journey for half an hour before arriving at Centraal Station - AMSTERDAM!
It is raining slightly but the air feels fresher. I see bikes everywhere. We have no idea how to get to our hotel so into a taxi we hop (they're all Mercedes Benz here) and first start to see what Amsterdam is like. I am reminded of New York almost straight away (later find out that New York was founded by a Dutch guy). Got to get used to driving on the wrong side of the road again, too.
Our hotel is just out of the city, next to Vondel Park which our taxi driver tells us was famous for something in the 70s. Something to do with hippies, I wasn't really listening. We check in at our hotel, called Hotel Europa 92, and we're given the keys to room 17. Up the steep stairs to Room 17, open the door and discover - there's other peoples' stuff in there! Quickly shut the door and head back down to reception, they don't seem too fussed and give us keys to Room 26. Not a promising start but that was the only hiccup our entire stay, thank goodness. Room is small but clean. Beds are comfy and the shower is massive. Jen - this is for you...the toilet had a shelf "for inspection" in the bowl. Weird! We have showers, put on our trainers and go for a big walk. The street up the road is full of designer stores like Chanel, Tods, Hugo Boss etc. Wish we could do more than window shop, but it was nice to soak up the atmosphere. We had coffee on this street Saturday morning, it was beautifuly sunny so we sat outside and did what everyone else was doing - watching people pass by.
But back to Friday afternoon. After our big walk we wandered to find late lunch/early dinner that wasn't too ritzy or too touristy. Found a little place serving traditional Dutch food in a really funky setting. Like a lounge bar but with food service. We got two dishes each and shared a pancake with bacon and apple, some potato with lots of yummy things mashed in with it, some bitterballen which was fried balls with I think cabbage in them and an open sandwich with brie in it. I don't know how people are so slim here, the food is quite stodgy!
After tea, we have another wander, notice that the Reijkmuseum and Van Gogh museum is near our hotel. The Reijkmuseum is being refurbished, only one wing open but still charging full admission. Puts me off the idea of going there. We'll think about it. Museums are 'de rigour' here, there's a museum for everything - diamonds, houseboats, sex, and drugs. I think we completely shun every museum except Anne Fran Huis. More about that later. We look into hiring a bike or doing a bike tour tomorrow, Saturday.
Amsterdam has quite a festive atmosphere. We'll walk along, then all of a sudden there's live music on the corner, or a painitng party on the banks of a canal. We also saw a game of giant chess!
In the evening, we head back to the hotel for a half an hour kip, then back out to take a cruise along the canals. Our host on the cruise is a guy called Olaf. He made me laugh as he had quite a dark, dry sense of humour. A European Jack Black, perhaps. The cruise went for an hour and a half, was a great way to see the city all starting to light up for the night. Olaf gave us lots of useful/quirky info about the city, while we took photos and snacked on peanuts and Dutch cheese.
After the cruise, we went to find a coffeeshop...an Amsterdam "coffeeshop", wink wink. Those of you that know me know I don't dabble in this kind of drug nonsense, but "when in Rome", it's legal! Found a place called the Rokery and met a jolly American man who was happy to show us the ropes of how to order stuff in a coffeeshop when he noticed us walking downstairs then walking straight back up as we had no idea as to what we had to do. We bought a little somethng called "Happy Buddha". It made me feel like I really needed to pick my feet up when i walked and also made my teeth feel really sensitive - I could feel them all the way up to the root! Briony went really quiet and later told me she was so paranoid she could hardly speak. Weird.
PS I know speaking this candidly will
A) open me up for endless joking among my friends who know I don't smoke, and:
B) make my parents give me a stern telling off....tsk tsk tsk.
Oh well, it makes a good story, doesn't it?
We wander home and come across a dance party in the middle of a public square. It looks so pretty all lit up with fairy lights and great atmosphere. Another unexpected moment in Amsterdam, always putting on something. We have a dance before heading back to the hotel for a darn good night's sleep!
Up 9am the next morning for a fantastic (free) brekky at the hotel. Huge spread, it's very tempting to make up a few rolls to have for lunch later on. No toaster though, but the bread is so fresh it would be a waste to toast it. We head to Vondel Park where there are lots of people jogging with their dogs. This city is full of beautiful people. Makes a nice change from Edinburgh, hehe. We bask in the sun for a while before heading to have coffee and juice in that fancy street I was talking about before. We walk to meet our bike tour group at noon.
The tour was a definite highlight of my travels so far. I really enjoyed seeing a city this way, on a bike and having little stops for information every now and then. It lasted into the early evening but was quite leisurely and not strenuous at all. It's all so flat in Amsterdam the only hard bits are going up over canal bridges! We covered a lot of ground and got to map out the city really well. The weather had turned a little bit grey in the afternoon but it held off raining. During the bike tour we left our bikes and all hopped on a canal cruise, where the tour guides gave us a few beers and we were able to have a spot of lunch and chat with others on our tour. We met 2 girls from America who were studying in France - Erica and Elaine. After an hour or so, we hopped back on our bikes for a little bit more riding before we went back to the bike garage. Great fun, sore bum tomorrow I'm sure. Highly recommend Mike's Bikes if anyone is going to Amsterdam.
Another walk was in order after biking, before finally giving in to the delights of FEBO (Dutch fast food store which is like a giant vending machine) and pommes frites - potato chips served in a cone with lots of mayonnaise. Yum! We head back to the hotel for a shower and then head out for the evening.
I wanted to have some Indonesian while I was here so we searched for an Indonesian restaurant for an hour or so (always there when you don't need them, never there when you do). It was a nice restaurant but pretty average service and there was a raeally fat man sitting next to us listening to our conversation and chewing really loudly. Thank God he left before our food arrived.
We were near the Red Light District so we thought we'd check it out that night. We'd ridden to it on the tour but wanted to see it again. We'd only just arrived before we saw Erica and Elaine. Crazy! They were with 3 Aussie boys they'd met at their hostel so we hung out with this group all night. Great fun, we did the rounds and looked at all the ladies in the windows and met a guy dressed up as Borat. Or maybe just dressed in the Borat mankini. Hilarious as every man and his dog spent the night trying to give him wedgies...front and back if you know what I mean.
We ended the night going back to their hostel and chucking water bombs out the window onto people below. Only people we knew were cruising for girls in the windows...poetic justice, perhaps. Very juvenile but oh so funny. 4am we decided to wrap up things and headed for home but got caught in the rain so hailed a taxi halfway, not before becoming completely soaked, though.
BIG sleep Sunday morning so we missed our buffet brekky. Walked to Anne Frank Huis (house) and saw the huge lineup so we went to get some lunch. Had a massive omelette from this place called the Pancake Bakery. I wish I'd ordered a pancake so I could have used the giant bucket of stroop (syrip) on the table.
Anne Frank Huis was very good, quite concise. It's so busy you're kind of in a giant procession the whole time and you're through the whole house before you know it. It was a little bit bigger than I imagined but still very sombre. No one talked the whole time we were in there.
Went for a walk on the way home (are you noticing a theme here? It's a very walkable city), took us 3 hours in fact, just strolling around, not taking a diret route but knowing we'd get there some time. When we got in to the hotel it was definately time for a relax and we watched the "concert for Diana" on the telly (Ricky Gervais stunk!), as well as flicking over to CNN for updates on what had happened in Glasgow/London. Scary! It was like the time Jen and I were on the Gold Coast watching CNN when the 7/7 bombings happened. You get addicted even though they aren't feeding you any new information.
Monday, our last day rolls around and we head to the Albert Cuyp Market. Sounds promising, but it's full of the same old crap that every market in the world has. Cheap clothing, souvenirs, gimmicks and knick knacks. Only thing that was unique was the chocolate genitalia on sale...crazy Amsterdammers.
We spent the rest of the day going over the shopping districts in the city. I didn't find anything I loved, though I was really wanting a new pair of shoes. Again, a lot of ground was covered today. Towards the end of the day we were just hanging around waiting for the time we had to get on the train to catch our flight to Edinburgh. I bought some Milka chocolate from a sweet shop called 'Jamin' and we had one more pancake before we left (one too many, felt sick and only got half way through it). Highlight was seeing a man rambling in the street and eating Milka...it must make you crazy!
Flight back was like a cattle call all over again, EasyJet sucks. Got back to Edinburgh about 10pm and it was around 11 before we got back to the apartment. We were interested to see what security was like at the airport after all the happened over the weekend. Police presence with machine guns and the forecourt was closed off to traffic. Apart from that it was business as usual.
Photos:
-Briony. Clog. Hilarity ensues.
-On your bike!
-That's the pancake that ruined me, on the right. Sooooo sweet.
-Cafe for people watching
-Multi-story bike park. I love it!
So, the time has finally rolled around. Briony and I are venturing to Europa! We've had our flights and accom booked for awhile and are very excited to be going to Amsterdam.
The night before our flight we celebrated Briony's birthday with a small gathering of friends at our house. We watched Borat and ate pizza from our new Turkish friend downstairs who runs the chip shop. I drop that it is Briony's birthday and he gives us an extra pizza for free. Bargain...it's really yummy too. By the time everyone leaves and we do all the dishes and pack it is only a few hours before we have to get up to head to the airport. Into bed and I check 100 times I have set my alarm before I nod off.
The next morning up we get just before 6am. A quick change out of pjs into clothes and B and I both agree there is to be no glamour on this flight - it is with Easyjet after all. So we're a bit stinky from not having a shower - it's first on our list of things to do once we get to Amsterdam. Wander down to Waverley Bridge and catch the Airport bus - no dramas and around half an hour later we are there. Edinburgh Airport is nothing fancy and the lines of people going on summer holidays are massive. Not quite chaotic - the Scots are too lazy, just a hell of a lot of people with what seems like very little organisation. After a long wait in the wrong line (we found out we were in the line to Birmingham or somewhere...oops) we checked in and went to wait at the gate. Filled in the time waiting to board our flight by watching the only coffee bar struggle with only one guy behind the counter and a line of 15+ people. He did well, and I do lie, he did have help - albeit intermittedly. There was a very pregnant, very young girl who kinda wandered in and out as she pleased, pressed some buttons on the machine for a minute, wiped over the bin, then wandered off to talk on her mobile phone for 10 minutes before returning again. We are also fascinated (and repulsed) by the fact the bar is full at 7.30 in the morning and people are gulping down lagers. Gates open around half eight and onto the plane we go. EasyJet is kind of like JetStar, no allocated seats and very budget. No TV screens and no life jackets (just kidding!). The cabin crew wear denim. Weird. Hehe, we have to walk on the tarmac as well. Such a backwater - even Adelaide doesn't do that anymore.
Find two seats together near the back of the plane and realise pretty quickly we're sitting in front of a crazy woman. She was yelling out things (attention seeking) at the gate before we boarded and is continuing to do the same to sttract the attention of the lads sitting in front of her on the plane. I think she is drugged out of her brain, but she gets attention cos she's got skinny jeans and stilettos on.
It's a rowdy flight, feels like I'm on a school bus, not an international flight. Lucky it's only 2 hours or so before we are landing at Schipol Airport. Crazy lady gets on her phone after landing (but still on plane) and declares her friend can meet her in departures because she "hid a knife in a pot plant there". We depart (again, walking on the tarmac - must be in vogue to do this again) and walk for ages before getting our bags and going to the train station to get into town.
Once we got tickets for the train (had to get change to put into machine, they didn't accept notes. Cha.), we head underground and toddle on a train. We walk on but don't go in the first carriage as it looks too classy and must be first class. Then we realise the whole train looks like that so we have a comfy journey for half an hour before arriving at Centraal Station - AMSTERDAM!
It is raining slightly but the air feels fresher. I see bikes everywhere. We have no idea how to get to our hotel so into a taxi we hop (they're all Mercedes Benz here) and first start to see what Amsterdam is like. I am reminded of New York almost straight away (later find out that New York was founded by a Dutch guy). Got to get used to driving on the wrong side of the road again, too.
Our hotel is just out of the city, next to Vondel Park which our taxi driver tells us was famous for something in the 70s. Something to do with hippies, I wasn't really listening. We check in at our hotel, called Hotel Europa 92, and we're given the keys to room 17. Up the steep stairs to Room 17, open the door and discover - there's other peoples' stuff in there! Quickly shut the door and head back down to reception, they don't seem too fussed and give us keys to Room 26. Not a promising start but that was the only hiccup our entire stay, thank goodness. Room is small but clean. Beds are comfy and the shower is massive. Jen - this is for you...the toilet had a shelf "for inspection" in the bowl. Weird! We have showers, put on our trainers and go for a big walk. The street up the road is full of designer stores like Chanel, Tods, Hugo Boss etc. Wish we could do more than window shop, but it was nice to soak up the atmosphere. We had coffee on this street Saturday morning, it was beautifuly sunny so we sat outside and did what everyone else was doing - watching people pass by.
But back to Friday afternoon. After our big walk we wandered to find late lunch/early dinner that wasn't too ritzy or too touristy. Found a little place serving traditional Dutch food in a really funky setting. Like a lounge bar but with food service. We got two dishes each and shared a pancake with bacon and apple, some potato with lots of yummy things mashed in with it, some bitterballen which was fried balls with I think cabbage in them and an open sandwich with brie in it. I don't know how people are so slim here, the food is quite stodgy!
After tea, we have another wander, notice that the Reijkmuseum and Van Gogh museum is near our hotel. The Reijkmuseum is being refurbished, only one wing open but still charging full admission. Puts me off the idea of going there. We'll think about it. Museums are 'de rigour' here, there's a museum for everything - diamonds, houseboats, sex, and drugs. I think we completely shun every museum except Anne Fran Huis. More about that later. We look into hiring a bike or doing a bike tour tomorrow, Saturday.
Amsterdam has quite a festive atmosphere. We'll walk along, then all of a sudden there's live music on the corner, or a painitng party on the banks of a canal. We also saw a game of giant chess!
In the evening, we head back to the hotel for a half an hour kip, then back out to take a cruise along the canals. Our host on the cruise is a guy called Olaf. He made me laugh as he had quite a dark, dry sense of humour. A European Jack Black, perhaps. The cruise went for an hour and a half, was a great way to see the city all starting to light up for the night. Olaf gave us lots of useful/quirky info about the city, while we took photos and snacked on peanuts and Dutch cheese.
After the cruise, we went to find a coffeeshop...an Amsterdam "coffeeshop", wink wink. Those of you that know me know I don't dabble in this kind of drug nonsense, but "when in Rome", it's legal! Found a place called the Rokery and met a jolly American man who was happy to show us the ropes of how to order stuff in a coffeeshop when he noticed us walking downstairs then walking straight back up as we had no idea as to what we had to do. We bought a little somethng called "Happy Buddha". It made me feel like I really needed to pick my feet up when i walked and also made my teeth feel really sensitive - I could feel them all the way up to the root! Briony went really quiet and later told me she was so paranoid she could hardly speak. Weird.
PS I know speaking this candidly will
A) open me up for endless joking among my friends who know I don't smoke, and:
B) make my parents give me a stern telling off....tsk tsk tsk.
Oh well, it makes a good story, doesn't it?
We wander home and come across a dance party in the middle of a public square. It looks so pretty all lit up with fairy lights and great atmosphere. Another unexpected moment in Amsterdam, always putting on something. We have a dance before heading back to the hotel for a darn good night's sleep!
Up 9am the next morning for a fantastic (free) brekky at the hotel. Huge spread, it's very tempting to make up a few rolls to have for lunch later on. No toaster though, but the bread is so fresh it would be a waste to toast it. We head to Vondel Park where there are lots of people jogging with their dogs. This city is full of beautiful people. Makes a nice change from Edinburgh, hehe. We bask in the sun for a while before heading to have coffee and juice in that fancy street I was talking about before. We walk to meet our bike tour group at noon.
The tour was a definite highlight of my travels so far. I really enjoyed seeing a city this way, on a bike and having little stops for information every now and then. It lasted into the early evening but was quite leisurely and not strenuous at all. It's all so flat in Amsterdam the only hard bits are going up over canal bridges! We covered a lot of ground and got to map out the city really well. The weather had turned a little bit grey in the afternoon but it held off raining. During the bike tour we left our bikes and all hopped on a canal cruise, where the tour guides gave us a few beers and we were able to have a spot of lunch and chat with others on our tour. We met 2 girls from America who were studying in France - Erica and Elaine. After an hour or so, we hopped back on our bikes for a little bit more riding before we went back to the bike garage. Great fun, sore bum tomorrow I'm sure. Highly recommend Mike's Bikes if anyone is going to Amsterdam.
Another walk was in order after biking, before finally giving in to the delights of FEBO (Dutch fast food store which is like a giant vending machine) and pommes frites - potato chips served in a cone with lots of mayonnaise. Yum! We head back to the hotel for a shower and then head out for the evening.
I wanted to have some Indonesian while I was here so we searched for an Indonesian restaurant for an hour or so (always there when you don't need them, never there when you do). It was a nice restaurant but pretty average service and there was a raeally fat man sitting next to us listening to our conversation and chewing really loudly. Thank God he left before our food arrived.
We were near the Red Light District so we thought we'd check it out that night. We'd ridden to it on the tour but wanted to see it again. We'd only just arrived before we saw Erica and Elaine. Crazy! They were with 3 Aussie boys they'd met at their hostel so we hung out with this group all night. Great fun, we did the rounds and looked at all the ladies in the windows and met a guy dressed up as Borat. Or maybe just dressed in the Borat mankini. Hilarious as every man and his dog spent the night trying to give him wedgies...front and back if you know what I mean.
We ended the night going back to their hostel and chucking water bombs out the window onto people below. Only people we knew were cruising for girls in the windows...poetic justice, perhaps. Very juvenile but oh so funny. 4am we decided to wrap up things and headed for home but got caught in the rain so hailed a taxi halfway, not before becoming completely soaked, though.
BIG sleep Sunday morning so we missed our buffet brekky. Walked to Anne Frank Huis (house) and saw the huge lineup so we went to get some lunch. Had a massive omelette from this place called the Pancake Bakery. I wish I'd ordered a pancake so I could have used the giant bucket of stroop (syrip) on the table.
Anne Frank Huis was very good, quite concise. It's so busy you're kind of in a giant procession the whole time and you're through the whole house before you know it. It was a little bit bigger than I imagined but still very sombre. No one talked the whole time we were in there.
Went for a walk on the way home (are you noticing a theme here? It's a very walkable city), took us 3 hours in fact, just strolling around, not taking a diret route but knowing we'd get there some time. When we got in to the hotel it was definately time for a relax and we watched the "concert for Diana" on the telly (Ricky Gervais stunk!), as well as flicking over to CNN for updates on what had happened in Glasgow/London. Scary! It was like the time Jen and I were on the Gold Coast watching CNN when the 7/7 bombings happened. You get addicted even though they aren't feeding you any new information.
Monday, our last day rolls around and we head to the Albert Cuyp Market. Sounds promising, but it's full of the same old crap that every market in the world has. Cheap clothing, souvenirs, gimmicks and knick knacks. Only thing that was unique was the chocolate genitalia on sale...crazy Amsterdammers.
We spent the rest of the day going over the shopping districts in the city. I didn't find anything I loved, though I was really wanting a new pair of shoes. Again, a lot of ground was covered today. Towards the end of the day we were just hanging around waiting for the time we had to get on the train to catch our flight to Edinburgh. I bought some Milka chocolate from a sweet shop called 'Jamin' and we had one more pancake before we left (one too many, felt sick and only got half way through it). Highlight was seeing a man rambling in the street and eating Milka...it must make you crazy!
Flight back was like a cattle call all over again, EasyJet sucks. Got back to Edinburgh about 10pm and it was around 11 before we got back to the apartment. We were interested to see what security was like at the airport after all the happened over the weekend. Police presence with machine guns and the forecourt was closed off to traffic. Apart from that it was business as usual.
Photos:
-Briony. Clog. Hilarity ensues.
-On your bike!
-That's the pancake that ruined me, on the right. Sooooo sweet.
-Cafe for people watching
-Multi-story bike park. I love it!
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