Forth Rail Bridge
The famous Victorian-era Forth Rail Bridge
Well, today I had another adventure out of Edinburgh... Unfortunately it wasn't all I expected. Our Scottish Culture and Society class was taking a field trip Falkland Palace, St. Andrews, and Crail.
Our first stop was supposed to be at the famous Forth Rail Bridge, so that we could get out and take some photos. Unfortunately, our "tour guide" (I shall rename him a talkaholic, for he refused to quit talking only unto the last 20 minutes of the busride back to Edinburgh. I mean he gives tour guides a bad name!) was blabbing so much that he failed to give our bus driver the proper directions. As a result we turned down the road the wrong way and almost hit the other bus for our class going down the proper way. There bus, which left 15 min after ours, had arrived earlier than we had and had managed to take pictures. We just drove by the bridge, quickly attempting to get photos through the windows. Several of us were hoping to see some wildlife, as the bridge crosses the Firth of Forth, which is home to seals and occasionally some whales and dolphins. Needless to say, that didn't
the entrance to Falkland Palace
Next, we stopped at Falkland Palace, one a gazillion places Mary Queen of Scots has supposed to have had resided at one point or another. While the Palace's gardens were quite pretty, the castle/palace itself was rather boring as they go. Everyone was really unimpressed.
Our third and extremely short stop was at the town of St. Andrews, the home of golf. My friend Asher and I toured the ruins of St. Andrews Cathedral, then headed out to a pier nearby. After taking lots of photos, we walked up the coast to take a few pictures of "the old course". By the time we turned around and got back to the meeting point, it was time to go. This is the one place I really enjoyed on the trip.
The final stop was at the fishing village of Crail. Why or what importance this village had was very unclear. Although we had to listen to a supposed "folk tale" about how the devil tried to throw a rock at the village, but it split in 2 pieces. One falling on the beach, and the other falling outside the church. Again, supposedly if one sits on the
piece outside of the church, clicks their heels 3 times (Wiz of Oz anyone?) and makes a wish, the devil must grant it. After the annoying story, we all quickly headed down towards the harbor/beach area and took photos. Anything to escape the annoying tour guide!!! The town itself wasn't that bad, it was just the guide was driving us all nuts.
On our way home our bus (with the guide) left 1st. We arrived back in Edinburgh twenty minutes after the other bus.
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