It might only be 7:30am here, but the sun has already been up for two hours. Yes, friends, I'm in the Scottish highlands, on a train this time instead of my usual blogging bus (typing to the sound of, "Please mind the gap when alighting from this train." The British make everything sound so proper). Since my last post I have been to Berlin, Edinburgh, and Loch Lomond, and I am en route to London--when I tell all the Scots where I'm going, they make a face and express their sympathy. Scottish people probably win the award for friendliest, most helpful people so far on this trip, rivaled only by the Irish; considering the Scots descended from the Irish, it's not surprising that things from their mannerisms to their accents are similar. Let's start from where
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