Today I slept pretty badly. I woke up, and fell to sleep all the time. At last I gave up, and got out of the bed. I went to the toilet, and then in to the kitchen. No, they are not at the same floor. I did a lot of gentle walking.
Ate breakfast, checked mail, facebook, twitter and so on, and realized that no one was missing me, I can just as well stay here.
Well, I can't really do that, since I have appointments here and there. Oh well, no my problem is finding Mark again, and it turns out to be really difficult. I have seriously no idea how many different Mark there are in Glasgow. I think I should move here, and make "Fáilte" my local pub. I am hoping I'll see him again. Well, that's life!
After breakfast it was time to get on "The Clockwork Orange" . aka Subway/Metro/Underground. A very noisy carrier. But a nice way to get from A to B. I think I can walk the way to the pub, without looking. I'm not sure if that is a positive or negative thing.
Today was the day to look at Glasgow from the bus. I am not sure if it is possible to fall in love with a voice, but today I manage to do so. I did not catch much of what he was saying, the voice on the bus. My own personal tourist guide, that is probably going on repeat 20 times a day. But the important thing here was his accent. I was actually expecting a plain, boring English accent, but I ended up being surprised by this awesome accent. I want a man with that accent!
After the bus drive, I ended up at...can you guess it...yes, you are right, the pub! This was not only because it was an Irish-themed pub, but because of the blisters I had on my feet, because of the new shoes. But neither Mark or the man from New Orleans was there. Bummer! But the two awesome barkeepers were there. And apparently they know me enough, to know what I want. Yes, I got two Guinness. I don't think I can cope with more on an empty stomach. I am a tiny bit dizzy, and a lot more happy than I was earlier today.
I'll survive!
I ended up getting lost in Glasgow, and the blisters were punctured. Jeez it hurts! So I ended up going to McDonald's, and I thought "now is the time to count cars". But I was all along interrupted by people asking me for directions for the bus-station and train-station. I look like I am from Glasgow, it seems
I went back to the pub, and had not just one, but two more Guinness. And I think I have drank like 37 alcohol units in like 10 days. And I haven't been to Dublin yet. And I have one more day in Edinburgh as well. Both the handsome barkeepers were there today, and I just had to look at them, and they knew what I wanted. One of em reminds me of a mix between Michael (handsome host from last Ireland trip) and some other guy, while the other one was more like... a mix between Kenneth (captain on the boat I was on with my class in Greece) and Eric Bana (without beard and with surfer-blond hair).
Anyway, after all the Guinness' it was time to get home and rest, the time was almost 18.00, and I am tired as a pack of carrots that has been laying to long on the kitchen counter. But I have learned that I should wait until at least 23.00, or else I will be fully awake at 23.00.
Well, I guess I should drink up my coffee, and get home, cause there is no point going back the the pub. I wonder if I'll ever meet Mark again...Who knows?
I went back to the hostel, and the nice, old lady was there, and we sat and talked about music, piano and Scotland and Norway for quite a while. Incredibly nice!
We were so similar to each other, and we talked for hours.She was a retired pianist, and she knew so much about life, and when she was young she had a boyfriend from Norway. She had a very special accent, with an almost Norwegian sound to her voice. She said that I was a artistic person, and that I needed a man that understood that passion.
Then it was off to bed...
Music comes from the heart
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