The Arcade - Haggis and Whiskey House, where their motto is "YOU'LL BLOODY TAKE A SHOT OF HAGGIS TA CHASE YER WHISKEY YOU FUCKIN NANCY BOY AND BE GLAD WE DUNNA MAKE YOU EAT THE BLEEDIN HART OF AN ENEMY PATRIOT!"
That which does not kill you, makes you drunker.
- William Wallace
The morning brought me awake at around 6am. It was a royal pain in the ass to get my stuff in and out of the lockers in the 12 room dorm and I had to move it into temp storage prior to 10:30am. After which time I had to make myself scarce so that cleaning and such could be done. I would't be allowed to check back in until 2:30pm.
So I figured this would be a good time to figure out how to get to Dublin. Apparently the hostel mix up was my fault and I also have an extra day in Dublin I have to figure out how to shorten. No worries wandering around is fun.
So I had a nice English breakfast and wandered the streets of Edinburgh. I headed to the train station where they told me of two different routes to Dublin via train and ferry. Both took 10 hours and had 5-6 changes each between buses and trains. Screw that. So I went in look for a travel agency, which was hard to find but I eventually discovered it in the middle of a shopping mall. A plane from Edinburgh and then an airport shuttle to the heart of Dublin cost me about £160. So it would have been cheaper via a ton of buses, trains, and ferries - but I just don't want to deal with it.
I had to walk around while the gal got the paperwork and ticket in order, so I wandered down Rose street which was a cool little cobblestone shopping street with bars and shops. I was looking for possibly replacing my backpack as the stitching holding the bottom belt of the main bags now halfway off. The likely scenario is that I find a sewing kit and spend an hour or so fixing it myself until its good enough for me to hit Sweden and then I can get my bro to help me find a replacement.
So go back, get the tickets and shuttle voucher, and head back off to the hostel to check in again for my real four person room. The views walking around in Edinburgh are stunning. This really is a picturesque city seemingly straight from the Victorian age. I stop in for some tasty Thai food (though way overpriced) and lug my huge ass bag all the way up to the top floors. Which are worth it. The bathrooms are nicer, the showers are bigger, the floors are carpeted, and the view. Well...
We're on the top of a hill next to the castle and most of the city is below us. The hostel building itself is pretty tall.The room is roughly 12 feet wide by 10 feet long with 1/3 of the length sloped down due to the ceiling being part of the roof. there is a set of bunk beds on both sides and I'm set on the lower left hand side.The is one window dead smack in the middle that leans up from the bottom of the window. Its tall enough so you can lean your elbows on the sill and look out over the town and hear the various bands and street performers play below. 300% improvement over the 12 bed I started with.
My feet hurt unfortunately. so I'll likely be staying in tonight. Though who knows at this point.
So I had a nice English breakfast and wandered the streets of Edinburgh. I headed to the train station where they told me of two different routes to Dublin via train and ferry. Both took 10 hours and had 5-6 changes each between buses and trains. Screw that. So I went in look for a travel agency, which was hard to find but I eventually discovered it in the middle of a shopping mall. A plane from Edinburgh and then an airport shuttle to the heart of Dublin cost me about £160. So it would have been cheaper via a ton of buses, trains, and ferries - but I just don't want to deal with it.
I had to walk around while the gal got the paperwork and ticket in order, so I wandered down Rose street which was a cool little cobblestone shopping street with bars and shops. I was looking for possibly replacing my backpack as the stitching holding the bottom belt of the main bags now halfway off. The likely scenario is that I find a sewing kit and spend an hour or so fixing it myself until its good enough for me to hit Sweden and then I can get my bro to help me find a replacement.
So go back, get the tickets and shuttle voucher, and head back off to the hostel to check in again for my real four person room. The views walking around in Edinburgh are stunning. This really is a picturesque city seemingly straight from the Victorian age. I stop in for some tasty Thai food (though way overpriced) and lug my huge ass bag all the way up to the top floors. Which are worth it. The bathrooms are nicer, the showers are bigger, the floors are carpeted, and the view. Well...
We're on the top of a hill next to the castle and most of the city is below us. The hostel building itself is pretty tall.The room is roughly 12 feet wide by 10 feet long with 1/3 of the length sloped down due to the ceiling being part of the roof. there is a set of bunk beds on both sides and I'm set on the lower left hand side.The is one window dead smack in the middle that leans up from the bottom of the window. Its tall enough so you can lean your elbows on the sill and look out over the town and hear the various bands and street performers play below. 300% improvement over the 12 bed I started with.
My feet hurt unfortunately. so I'll likely be staying in tonight. Though who knows at this point.
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