Ive been away to long...

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His skin was like leather. He wore the tattered remains of what might have been a sleeping bag. His most distinguishing feature was a two foot long, one foot wide matt of hair, resembling the tail of the North American Beaver. It is unlikely that this particular Scot had ever seen a beaver, making the resemblance a phenomenon. Three years ago in late July the man had approached three naive Canadian tourists on the streets of Edinburgh to ask for spare change. He felt akin to the three because they too had terribly out style hair cuts.

Today... His beaver tail swayed happily in the light breeze, basking in the autumn sun. a fleeting glance. A passerby. A familiar face. It was him, The naive Canadian with the formerly awkward haircut. Fate had brought them together once more. and then it was over. They parted.

I am in Edinburgh having just seen an old Hobo friend I encountered on my last visit here. I did the things that one does when in Edinburgh; visited tacky tourist shops, climbed the magnificent Arthur's seat, admired Edinburgh Castle from afar because they charge you 10£ if you get too close, walked the Royal Mile, swing danced to a band in a local pub. Tonight back to Leeds, as I have to teach high school geography for the next couple days.

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Photos

on top of the world
a top the mighty arthurs seat mitch spontaneously broke into song. He has a beautiful voice.

shootem up
Around this spot were these two guys around our age running around playing some sort of lazer quest type game. Except instead of guns they used their hands and made sounds with their mouths.

Princess Street Gardens
I hate Pigeons. I almost caught one, and I had full intentions of eating it. Alas, once again the little bastard got away. I hate Pigeons.

HollyRood Palace
Maybe it was the way the shadows moved, or the majesty of being in the presence of the Queens official Residence in Scotland; but moments after this photo was taken I reached a state of euphoria and blacked out. I woke up 5 hours later on a cargo ship headed to Vladivostok.

Edinburgh Castle
Once again I visited one of the most majestic castles in Europe and once again I was too poor to pay the £10 fee they charged to go inside. I vow to return one day when I can save up the £10 it costs to get inside.

Comments

[Darcy]

Hey
Hey Kris. That nectarine story was really touching. In fact I shoved a nectarine down my pants just for fun afterwards. Thanks for finally giving a full address. I appreciate it greatly. If you want to see what's been going on here you can look at my blog http://spaces.msn.com/members/tinyapocalypse

[kyla]

Down and Outs in Edinburgh
Ah Kris, Sarah just sent me this entry, and I as well remember this lovely man who sits quietly against buildings, with his mat of hair cushioning his no-doubt sore back. It brings back good memories of Edinburgh and the interesting people you meet while traveling. Have a good time!! Cheers mate. kyla