Scotland #4

In Glasgow we departed at the Buchanan Bus Station and walked a few blocks to the mall with a food court. Lunch at Burger King hit the spot. Outside a band camped on the pedestrian street and played tunes for tips as we avoided that side and disappointed the next "Beatles." Glasgow had a lot of dingy stone buildings. One of them had a 50 foot square banner advertising a music festival which I'm sure the aforementioned "Beatles" would participate.
The bus, 5.85 pounds/$11 each to the Ryan Air, Glasgow Prestwick Airport had a salty, unfriendly, chip on his shoulder driver. As we rounded a corner a lady walked casually across the intersection. The threat of a 10 ton bus splattering her can on the cobblestones had no effect on her gate. The driver opened his window and yelled at her, "Just take you time, lady." She didn't look, acknowledge with a finger wave, or change her speed as we brushed past with the light touch of a butterfly on her back side.
The Hollies Bed and Breakfast, 4 Station Road in the village of Prestwick advertised "Walking Distance to the Airport." Afraid that another stop past the airport might be in the next county, we got off, scouted the terminal, and headed toward the little town. Only greasing the luggage wheels three times we made the "walking distance" two miles in 40 minutes only to find we could have taken our time as no one answered when we rang the door bell ten times and pounded on the front door. Luckily, the weather proved pleasant as we sat and massaged our thigh and calf muscles. The mistress of the house arrived and we found the room quite attractive, not 64 pounds/$122 attractive, but nice in a very traditional style. It had a loo with a shower and stool which pleased the weary travelers.
About a half mile away, the Atlantic coast beckoned the explorers extraordinaire. The semi-resort had hotels and apartments set 200 yards back from the sand gravel beach. A playground had many locals with very few parents watching. Dogs, bicyclers, pedestrians, and two tourists explored the miles long beach, and we ate supper consisting of leftover snacks at a picnic table. Prearranging for a taxi the next morning we slept soundly.
With pounds burning a hole in my pocket, we purchased some souvenirs including 3 T-shirts with the Flag of Scotland, favorites of mine.
Ryan Air, leads the industry in cheap flights to obscure airports that sound like tourist locations. We knew the location of "Paris" Beauvais which suited us because we wanted a rental car to drive through Normandy without fighting the insane French drivers in Paris. Don't make any comments. If you don't like it, don't read it. If you do like it go to Amazon books and get more DonKey droppings in Four Keys Overseas.

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