At a hostel in Edinburgh I coincidentally ran into Tim, an Australian economist I’d met the week before at a party in Belfast. I had plans to go out with a group of German recent college graduates that night and invited him to join; he invited a Danish couple he’d just met and they invited a British friend of theirs.
My first stop after a quick lunch of vegetarian Cornish pasties was touring the Oban distillery, one of the oldest and smallest in Scotland and renowned for its signature 14-year West Highlands Scotch (highly recommended). After that, as instructed via email by my host-to-be, I asked a cab driver to take me simply to “the lookout.” The driver responded, “Oh, you mean Leo’s place?”
My first experience in Scotland was using the wi-fi at a Glasgow bus-station cafe to find a hostel (no CouchSurfing hosts were available). As I compared prices and locations, a woman across the room yelled at her crying toddler to “shut up!” before taking the girl out to stand in the doorway of the cafe and wait in tears while her mother finished eating inside. I started a scorecard. Scotland… Continue reading: Glasgow | 3 Comments