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Published: October 15th 2012
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With Edinburgh. Hard. I liked London but we just didn't have that chemistry, you know? He was dirty and hard to read and was always leading me on to new and exciting adventures but then leaving me in the cold. Kind of a jerk. But Edinburgh--such a gentleman. He made me feel so welcome. True love.
The train ride from Dover was very long but I got to see the entire countryside. England is super flat and makes me miss my Utah mountains, but still very pretty. Getting closer to Scotland the train passes right by the water and the sun was just starting to set so it was gorgeous outside. There are still some fall leaves here and its definitely colder here than in London.
I got to Edinburgh and got a taxi and chatted with the driver. He was so sweet! I already felt like people were nicer here than in England. It was already dark at 630ish and I had a couple hours before my ghost tour so I checked into my hostel, walked up and down the Royal Mile and a ton of little side streets (so much more fun without my pack on!), and
heard some music coming from a little pub so I stepped in and had a listen ("had a listen"...I sound like a Scot!). This pub appeared to be one of those strictly-alcohol, not-for-families, rougher crown type of pub, so I didn't stay long. The music was great but the bartender kept trying to make eye contact to see what drink I wanted--I could only awkwardly ignore him for so long. I found a much safer place to eat and hung out there for a while and visited Instagram (I find myself missing Instagram more than Facebook...).
I walked around the city some more before my ghost tour and then met my group at Mercat Cross which is in the middle of the Royal Mile. Ella, our tour guide, was great. I was honestly expecting the worst because I am such a chicken when it comes to scary things **Jess/Kim/anyone else who knows my "Haunted Forest" story are not allowed to comment on the post** but it wasn't bad. Mostly just some historical stories about scary things that happened at various locations around the city hundreds of years ago. The story of Walter Earl of (something I couldn't understand) is
what Shakespeare used as the basis the opening of Macbeth; a ghost that haunts a certain street because someone killed his lover; and a tour of some underground tunnels that are said to be haunted. No ghost spottings (sorry Colten).
The internet here is soooo slow but I love my hostel. It feels like a weird version of girls camp. The nice part is that most people that stay here are out partying still so here it is after midnight and there are only two other girls sleeping in our 12 bed room. The beds are named here- mine is named Mr. Messy and the one above me is Mr. Tickles? I didn't ask...
Tomorrow more exploring, g'night!
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