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Arty Schmarty
part of a pretty cool mural June 30th: Well, endings and beginnings; last day of June, the end of my 2nd week of holiday and my last full day in the UK. Time to begin July, mainland Europe and potentially being run over if I look the wrong way while crossing the road!
But as for now I'm still currently in Glasgow; after a full scotch breakfast from the lovely folk at McLay's Guesthouse I headed out for a genearl look around.
DOPPELGANGERS! They're everywhere, not just in Scotland, I've been seeing people all around on this trip who are deadringers for people I know back in NZ... I imagine that if any of them ever met, the world as we know it would be destroyed!
I wasn't going to take too many photos because it sort of gets to the point after you've seen a few monuments, churches and old buildings around the UK, they can start blending a bit in your mind, but the Glasgow Uni and a few other bits and bobs had me unsheathing my camera.
Oh and I'm getting sick, one of those coughing, cruddy throat things... can't help but feel that I could have avoided it if I'd just
Gothic Glas
Me trying to be arty at Glasgow Uni been able to get a good night's sleep, but then even my signle room last night was letting in so much noise froma nearby club until the wee small hours of the morning :-(
~Later~
Well that was a bit different! Just heard a bombastic mix of drums and horns and got around the corner just in time to see a military band leading a seemingly neverending parade of uniformed ranks (sailors, air force, army, tartan and all) ranging from kids to old men... of course there was a pipe band too.
The voices on some of those drill sergeants... they should join punk bands, I'm sure they could shout down Henry Rollins! Just to round everything off, a quartet of fighter jets shot by overhead. Apparently it's some armed forces day or some such thing.
~Laterer~
Another airport, all checked in and waiting for the departure gate to be announced... which will apparently only happen 20 minutes before departure... considering there are 52 gates here (or so the sign says) that seems cutting things a bit fine!
Had a general wander around Glasgow before catching the bus to the airport, lots of hen parties
Scots regiment
just a small part of the huge military parade/procession out, they all seem to have the same black t-shirts with pink writing (just with a different name) there was one groupe at McLay's when I went to pick up my pack . I was propositioned unsuccessfully by a 50-60 year old woman with a smoke hanging oot the side of her mouth. The reception lady said that teh hen squad had already had one drunken cat fight so she foresaw an interesting night ahead.
~Later; in Heathrow~
I am so sick, my head feels like a lead weight adn my lungs are full of crap, sitting in an airport waiting for a bus is not where I want to be right now... still at least the bus will take me to my hotel, I decided to be a softcock and not sleep in the airport clinging deliriously to my bag as i've done with previous trips.
Wow sorry to make this a whinge fest because after all I am on holiday and I have been having fun, but when things go wrong on a trip like this they go REALLY wrong!
So I'm sitting there quite literally sick and tired, waiting for the bus, when it comes I give him my reference number and he says "oh no, you have to pay for the bus" by this stage I've changed all my pounds for Polish zloty and have all of £1.30 in loose change, not the £4.50 that i need for the bus. The driver lets me pay in zloty (which is good of him as it's the last bus of the night, so i'd be stuck otherwise) of course the exchange rate he offered me was pretty harshly stacked against me but then I wasn't going to haggle (sick and tired remember) I bashed my head on exiting the bus which just put me in a great mood to talk to the people at the hotel who had assure me that I was all paid up for the bus. So I went up to reception and asked about the bus adn the guy said "oh no that ref is just for the hotel, you had to print out the confirmation email you got sent (nice of the website to make this clear *sarcasm*) and told me he could let me on to the net to print it for £2... since I didn't have that much in cash and didn't feel like paying an $8 withdrawl fee on my credit card just to get £2 I made a minor fuss and the manager let me on the net to print it for free, which was good of him but his jokey "£2 please" after he handed over my printing was very miscalculated as I was busy thinking about how I'm only likely to get 5 hours of sleep and then, (presumably still sick and tired) I have to navigate a foreign city that I've never been to where English is not the primary language and I'm not in the mood for jokes!
Goodnight!
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