Now when I said a few hours of sleep I really meant like forty-five minutes. (Flights where you have to wake up at three o’clock in the morning are by far the cheapest.) Thankfully the flight was only forty-five minutes too. Forty-five minutes spent talking to the two Angry Birds players sharing the Exit row with me, who didn’t necessarily feel the need to acknowledge Teenie this morning. The delirious talking only got worse on the bus ride into town when the Angry Birds players, namely Brandon and Tad, joined in on a running commentary of the city we were driving through that probably made every other passenger cringe.
Seeing a city on forty-five minutes of sleep is great. Especially when that city is a giant hill. We managed to make it long enough to see Edinburgh Castle (too cheap to pay to go in), John Knox’s house (also too cheap to pay to go in), and the Edinburgh museum (which is free). A nap was decided on with the agreement that we would wake up and go back out in an hour, which ended about five hours and several alarms after had been planned with four far happier travels. The night was spent at the Edinburgh Christmas fair on the giant swings that swung you out about ten feet from kicking the Scott’s monument.
Day two. All I can say is closes (small narrow allies) and ghost tours.
Oh, also the most beautiful, windiest, picnic on Arthur’s Seat from which you can see the entire city.