Merchant City Inn
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We got to the airport with plenty of time to spare and boarded 45 minutes before take off was due. Geoff had the window seat & I was in the middle next to a rather large woman. She was lovely telling us about visiting her sister in Karachi & now coming home to Glasgow. She then fell asleep snoring rather loudly so that there were a few smiles on peoples faces! We hadn't even taken off & I was getting less & less space to sit. We eventually took ...
... on Port Dundas Place. I didn't realise that it was part of a chain, or I might have given it a pass and gone to the french place across the way, but it looked nice and the staff were enthusiastic and pleasant.
It turned out to be a really good choice as the food was fantastic. Easily the best meal we've had in Scotland yet. I had a pork belly that was not only tender and tasty - but they had used salt! (its rare to find restaurants that use salt in cooking ...
... hotel, pig out and turn in for the night.
The night never really got dark. Quite different and difficult to get use to.
It is 10.00pm in the evening at the time writing and the sun is gleaming in through the window. At this time of year it does not actually become dark as we know it, there is only a period of what you would call twilight for three hours. Sunset at 11:58pm - sunrise at 3:00am
We look forward to hitting the road in the ...
... exploring some of Glasgow's older sights. My first stop was the Glasgow Necropolis. The word Necropolis comes from Greek, and literally translates to city of the dead. The Glasgow Necropolis is an old, large and quite fancy graveyard, that stands on a hill overlooking the cities east end. A winding path takes you up the hill and past several gravestones, many of which date back hundreds of years. Of course the Necropolis is also a dog park, and many of these headstones ...
... Warhol exhibit in one of the rooms, and it was free to get into.
After a lot of walking (and a lot of being blown about by the wind!) we took the train home, pooped. That night, Lesley's mom made haggis. I managed three healthy spoonfuls before I couldn't do it anymore. I think if I hadn't already known what it was I could have done the whole thing. But I was definitely to psyched out. The texture was interesting...kind of too soft to be meat, almost. Probably has ...