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... ended with a smile. Arguments are diffused with
a smile. Scammers smile when they are rumbled by backpackers. Some things are
just not worth getting worked up over. Rather, we should smile at such things.
10. Places are great, but people
I'm very fortunate that I got to
see some amazing things and visit incredible places. Seeing the temples of
Angkor, chilling out on some of the most beautiful islands in the world and
eating the ...
Got off the ship at about 9.30 and everything went smoothly. Taxi to airport. Luggage was about 2kg over but we got away with it. Flight left on time and landed early. Paul was working till 4pm but met us off the airport bus at Ferry Toll (Inverkeithing). ...
... br> At the far side, a farm track led leftwards to Strathkinness, the village from which I planned to get a bus home, and right to other interesting places, so guess where I went? Now I was faced with a dilemma - no track marked on the map, but a new one starting at the far diagonal corner of the field (a safe-looking pasture, no beans) at which I stood. So arming myself with the knowledge of the great Scottish Right of Access, I bravely untied the rope ...
... an easy feat for any American driver, let alone one on very little sleep. After dropping our bags off at the Holiday Inn, we were finally off to meet Nikki at St. Andrews. We had a little trouble getting in contact with her since we had no phone or internet. Eventually, we persuaded a woman to let us make an expensive landline-to-cell phone call, and we found her. For lunch, Nikki took us to Bibi's Cafe for sandwiches and salads. The rest of ...
... and the odd chaffinch sang its chirrupy, happy song as we walked along the road towards Path of Condie. The Roadie arrived as we were to meet him for lunch at close to the cemetery. Again he was pleasantly surprised at our progress. Lunch was at 12 close to an old cottage, Greengate, ripe for renovation, complete with barns and an old hexagonal doocot. Angela was smitten! We watched as house martins flew in and out of the doorway to the barn, reached by climbing an ...