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Published: October 7th 2008
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Day 127
Friday night we rushed home from work, jumped in our new 1993 Peugeot 106 Diesel and headed for Edinbrough, the wrong way. After a short detour to fuel up with diesel and dinner we made a single wrong turn in the opposite direction and ran smack bang into a traffic jam, heading in the direction we didn’t even want to go. So after about 20 minutes we made a daring manoeuvre and started heading in the right direction. The five hour drive was quite short as we had the novelty of driving our new car, whilst playing on our new laptop, writing emails etc, and surfing the net whilst on the road, very cool.
We arrived in Edinburgh at around 11.30pm and made it to Anna’s place (Our friend andJez's old housemate from Uni) we had a few beers and geared up to head out to a comedy club, named "Spank". As it was the middle week of the Fringe festival where Edinburgh population doubles, so the place was pumping. We walked down the main drag past the amazing Edinburgh castle, the pubic triangle (a group of strip joints on three corners) and headed for the Beer Belly.
We watched some very funny and some not so funny performers, watched a guy get nude to promote his show and sav a ladies drink (which she then drank), needless to say the night was getting loose so we packed it in at half three and headed home, via the local kebab shop. Chicken and garlic from Samsun, bloody brilliant.
Day 128
After a later than usual start we headed to the local farmers market, where we sampled some sensational, Ostrich burgers, hog (pork) burgers, raspberry vodka, many cheeses, pate’ and smoked salmon. We wondered the streets with Anna as our tour guide checking out Edinburgh castle, along the Royal Mile, through the"Grand Press" photo exhibition and past a multitude of street performers.
We refueled at Chocolate soup with a double hot chocolate (way too rich!) and grabbed some essentials from the dress-up shop.
After the brilliant afternoon lunch we headed for the Break Dancing Final. Not expecting much this contest far exceeded any expectations, with the BBoys making Olympic gymnasts look like pussy’s. In particular two six foot six French black guys, who were sensational, easily accounting for the opposition.
After the break dancing we
were on a high and went back to Anna’s place to get ready for the Burlesque show at Club Noir. All tarted up we headed off keenly anticipating the show. However, unfortunately the burlesque show failed to live up to expectations. As with every cloud that has a silver lining, almost every girl in the place was scantily clad, which led to a very amusing night. Home by 3:30 am we couldn't call it a night without dropping into Samsun’s for yet another chicken kebab.
Day 129
After sleep in, we set of through the beautiful steets of Edinburgh to the local Mosque for a tradition curry for brunch before farewelling our mates to hit the road.
After an awesome weekend we headed home in our new car, expecting to be home by 8:30pm. Travelling smoothly for the first 45 mins we decided to fill up the car to gauge it’s fuel economy, very impressive with 60 miles to the gallon This is where the dream car disintergrated. Another 45 mins down the road after planning future road trips, the red temperature light appears, luckily after pulling over a service station was only 1 mile ahead. Lifting the hood
you could hear the pressure in the water resevoir so we waited the hour before opening it, and it was bone dry. Full before we left.... something was up. We refillled the water and set off again only to repeat the process 2 hours later and still 60 miles from home. We decided to go for home, only to get lost and turn 60 miles into 80 miles home, to get tucked in by 12:30am, only 4 hours longer than anticipated. Happy we got the car home, we convinced ourselves it would surely be an easily fixed problem. Only to find the next morning the car wouldn't start, not tick, grunt, not a single sound! Bugger! We really were bloody lucky to get home.
The AA Sting
After talking with mates at work we decided it best to use Sue’s (please note names have been changed for security purposes!!) AA membership to get the car towed, so Sue arrived at our place and we told a few fibs to the AA to get the car towed to a blokes farm that was a friend of Al, another mate from work, so he could check it out for us. Unfortunately
for us the news was not good (slight understatement). New water pump, new cam belt tensioner and new battery required.... the car was terminal.
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