Kings Park Hotel
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And what a day! It started off well with a leisurely breakfast and a trip to the airport. And that is where it unravelled. Our flight was called and we moved down the air bridge - only to be turned around because of a faulty valve that causes a fuel spillage. So back into the terminal we trooped. After the clean up we boarded the plane and then had to deplane as the ...
We are stopping in Glasgow to meet Karlyn's Aunty Anne Marie and her cousins that she has never met before. So we go into the hotel and are treated like we were really important, We are shown to the restaurant where we eat lunch and have a beer. Aunty Anne Marie appears and you got it Karlyn cries again, then appears a cousin Sara, then Katy. Quick chats all round. Then off to have a snooze. That was us exhausted and slept for while. We wake up ...
... mystery for me. What do men wear under their kilts? Two competitors sat facing each other and place their feet together while holding onto a big long pole. At "Go” they each pull back and the first one to fall over backwards loses. The loser, who happened to be young Stewart, solved the mystery for me-spandex!
Ach aye, I am proud to be a Scot!
It was very cool for me to also find that I knew a number of people there. Ian from Borrowston chatted with me ...
... around the high street with a pack of like-minded friends, g-strings pulled up their oversized bums, while screaming crude jokes at passers-by, who would rather travel the entire London Underground
network stark naked with a feather in her bum, than miss just one day of her favourite soap opera, evidently enraptured by the drama in these episodes which lies in diametrical opposition to her own life.
Each night ...
So the day finally arrived, and following apprehension, excitement and farewells, we set off from Glasgow, bound for Buenos Aires, except not quite as easily as that. A delay in our Glasgow flight meant we missed our connection to South America!!! We later found out that part of the reason for our delay was that a wobbly arm rest required de-wobbling. Raging/gutted.
Aside from that disappointment, we befriended a lady from Melbourne, ...