My memory must be slipping, because I really can't remember what time I got up this morning, just that it was way too early. We took some taxis to the station around 09:30, and found out that our original train had been canceled, and we wouldn't actually be leaving till 12:30. Needless to say, I was fairly irked.
It did, however, give Emily and I another chance to wander around. It was more or less aimless, but much better than sitting around at the station. Found another park, not as nice as the first, but pretty cool nonetheless. Followed the river for awhile, then wandered back to the station for a quick bite to eat before our train left. Stole Alyssa's seat (an empty newspaper slot thing) to eat my sandwich in, bought some more drugs for my cold, and then we were off.
The ride was, as usual, quite boring. Got some journaling done, basically kicked Alyssa out of her seat again, and slept for awhile. Somewhere along the way, I manged to lose about £40. That really sucked, but I learned an important lesson: always secure the pocket with your money in it. Also, for future trips, I plan on using a wallet. I really don't care if it sets me off as an American, it's much more convenient than a neck wallet thing, and many of the pockets on my pants zip, snap, or velcro shut, making it fairly secure.
It was a decently long hike to our hostel from the station, but it was all along the waterfront, so it wasn't too bad. And the hostel itself was pretty decent as well. The things I didn't like: 1) having to rent a towel for 50p; 2) not knowing what in the world was going on with my sleeping sack; 3) not having any cups in the room.
Dinner at McTavish's; not bad, but nothing spectacular. And the "live Scottish performance" wasn't really that exciting either. True, the bagpiper knew more songs than Steve Badke [the medic in my dorm freshman year] does, and the music was fairly cool, but I just kind of zoned out the singer, and the girl who was dancing really didn't look too happy to be there.
After dinner, Emily and I took a walk out to an old ruined tower. All we've been able to find out so far--other than that its falling apart--is that it belongs/belonged to the MacDougall clan. And even though it was more or less "ruined," it was still fairly cool. We were able to take the stairs up to the second floor, and see where two more wooden floors would have been, but the ceiling was long gone. The view was really good, and the sunset was great. Back to the hostel, and off to bed; leaving fairly early for Iona tomorrow.
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