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Published: November 10th 2006
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Scotland
View from the railstation at Glasgow Prestwick. Not bad, eh? So, I'm out travelling again. This time in business, I'm going to a translators' conference here in Edinburgh, the stunning capital of Scotland.
Or, as a guy put it in a pub in Aviemore last time I visited this place: "Edinbrrrrh? Tha's a dump."
I didn't feel like arguing with him at that moment. He was a bit too tall and drunk for that. and, I never found so lovely mushrooms (kantareller) as I did in Aviemore, so in a way, I guess he was right.
So. I started out perversly early this morning, since I don't have a car and the local buses don't go as often as one might wish for to the "City" airport of Göteborg. The airport bus left the central station 2 hours and 20 minutes before departure of the flight... phew.
But the flight went excellent, early, good flight, and there was no trouble getting to the railway station and then buying a train ticket to Edinburgh. Still, it took me 3 hours from my flight landed to my arrival in Edinburgh, but it was a nice trip, especially compared to this summer's horrid train experiences in the US.
So there wasn't
Scots rail
They are just so old-fashioned here. I just love it :-) I wish we had those kinds of arms at Swedish trains... mch time when I finally arrived. Find hostel (check), get food (check), make it to hair dresser appointment (check) and finally get to Proz.com-"powwow" (check).
I'm staying at the
Castle rock hostel, which I can highly recommend. Just below the castle hill, there's a great view over the castle of Edinburgh. Quiet area, functional kitchen, wireless internet for free (ha, read that, Americans!) in the lounge and all. Perfect.
Then, I realised a week ago that I didn't have any time to go fix my hair. I haven't done that for a while, so since I'm holding a workshop on Saturday I considered it to be a good thing to do. I contacted one of the conference organisers, and she sent me to
Cheynes. That was an experience for me, that rarely even go to the hairdresser. Washing, light scalp massage, fix, cut, conditioner and a hell of a lot of blow dry. Fascinating. Even a cu of tea. For 28 pounds, I guess it was worth the price. At least my hair does look good now.
So, this done, I just had to work a bit more, doing all I didn't have the time to do while flying
Castle rock hostel
As I just noted: not a bad view here either :-) in here. And then the powwow. Weird word, American, of course, or rather Native american of sorts from the beginning. Basically just a pub meeting of several people attending this conference.
You can check it out at
Proz web page or if the conference side is still around:
here.
And Saturday morning, I'm holding a workshop. Creepy, since 22 people have now signed up. Though, mind you: it's not compulsory at all, and it's on the morning after the ceilidh ... so I doubt that many will show up, but still.
So, now it's deadly late and I have to go to bed. And I have to fix oen more page of proofreading before that. Phew.
But I do enjoy free wireless internet here, I must tell you.
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Sven Borei
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On the road again!
Willie Nelson sang wonderfully nasally about travelling and the whys and wherefores thereof. You seem to thrive doing it - I look forward to hearing more.