Experiencing Irland and Scotland: Day 10 - The Clockwork Orange

 Day 10 - Thursday 13. October

Today I woke up, early as ever. I found out that I wanted to do the same as yesterday. Counting cars. So I packed all my belongings. Everything from Haggis, to the kilt, 2 enormous deliveries by post. So I went down all the stairs, and handed in my door-card, and headed for Ryan's bar. Still not THE bar, since it was like 08.30. I sat at the same spot as last time, unloaded my stuff (my super heavy bag, scarf,jacket, sweater, 2 bags and 2 deliveries by post). I think I looked like a beast of burden. I ordered a cup of hot chocolate with cream, and started counting cars. I think I counted as many as 617 cars in 1 hour. It was a different waitress there today. I think she was Irish, from Kerry.

Afterwards I wandered over to the bus stop, and waited for the big, green bus. At last it came, and I stomped along inside the bus, and sat down. And I stayed there all the way to Waverly Bridge. I went off there, with all my bags, and found a toilet. Well, I did find a bagpiper, in kilt. Awesome! But it was not a man, so I need to keep looking for that. 

 

Then I started the quest for the post office, and I wandered back and forth on Prince Street, but nothing. So I was this close to just give up, when I realized that I had a map over Edinburgh, so I folded out the map, which was almost as big as me, and found the nearest post office.
Apparently I look like I am Scottish, because people tend to ask me for direction and stuff. 

 

After a while I found the place, and the dispatch of the envelopes was done. Now it was time for breakfast. So I found the Starbucks, and ordered a panini and a café mocha. Yummy yummy! Then it was time to find the bus station, and of course, I started going in the wrong direction, and then the map came out, and I found it eventually. I also found the bus to Glasgow, and I sat and listened to the accent the bus driver had. He reminded me of a Scottish version of Steven Fry. 
 

Then I arrived in Glasgow, and it was time to find the metro/subway/underground, So I pattered obviously in the wrong direction, cause I did not find the metro/subway/underground. But what I did find was an Irish pub, and of course I stayed there. For quite a while actually, and I talked to a man from New Orleans. I had 2 Guinness, and sucked up the atmosphere. The barkeepers where dressed up as cowboys, with a cowboy hat and a water pistol. Fascinating! Then I realized that I maybe should find what I was looking for, so guess what I found 2 minutes after I left the pub. Yes, you are right, I found the metro/subway/underground. So I went down, and bought a ticket, and tried to do as everyone else was doing, since this was my first acquaintance with the metro/subway/underground. It is indeed a fascinating way of travelling. Very noisy though! I went off at Hillhead, and followed the manual I had made in Dublin. At last I found the hostel, and of course, I am sleeping on the top floor. I memorized the door code, and went to the shop, and then back down to the metro/subway/underground, and headed back to city centre. I went down the hill, and over to the Irish pub. 

 

The man from New Orleans were there, and another young, nice man called Mark. (This is THE Mark I was talking about). I ordered a Guinness, and we sat/stood and talked, and I learned him a few Norwegian words, and he thought me how to say “cheers” in Scottish Gaelic. And as we talked he ordered not just one, but 2 Guinness for me. And I thanked him politely, and drank up. But then he and his mate (Johnny) had to go, and got hugs and kisses. I was quite happy as I sat there. But then it hit me, I forgot to ask him for his last name. FUCK! Because this was the sort of guy I would like to get to know, and he was not coming back to Glasgow until next week, and then I am in Dublin. SHAIT!

So I went out, and back to the metro/subway/underground. I am kind of sad, and I am not sure what to do. I am wondering if I am going to take the trip to the pub tomorrow, and hand in a envelope, and hope that he gets it, or deliver it to the man from New Orleans. Depressive me!

Or I can hang up a note in the pub, and hoping that he will see it. I HAVE to have made an impression, since I was the only Norwegian girl, with Scottish T-shirt and red hair.

I went to bed, and woke up around 22.30, when the other woman I was sharing rooms with came. She was from Scotland, Isle of Sky I think. And elder woman, but very nice. And then the 3^rd woman came, she was German, and she wanted to sleep.

I went back to bed, in hope to get some sleep, but the plastered from 5 Guinness, it wont give in that easy.

Good night!