Travelodge Glasgow Paisley Road Hotel
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... the copious displays of otherwise impressive examples of 18-19th century modes of transport. The street mock-up had a series of shops set up with displays of various services and industries found in Glasgow during the Industrial Revolution.
The biggest display was moored outside the museum in the River Clyde, the Tall Ship. The kids loved running amok above and below decks of the ship. We made them pay for their enthusiasm by having them swab the decks for a while.
... there were cars parked at every possible stopping place and people could be seen tramping the hills and glens (always wanted to say that).
The campsite at Glasgow Strathclyde is excellent. Pretty well full too. Spent today in Glasgow. Caught the campsite minibus into the City - great service at only $25 return for both of us. Stephen, the driver (whose daughter and son-in-law service luxury boats in Melbourne) recommended that we visit the Riverside Museum. ...
... Castle which is on it's own little island and used in many Hollywood films. We were beside ourselves to discover we would actually be stopping off here to tour the castle. What a bonus!!!
From here we crossed the bridge to the Isle of Skye. We went on a tour with a local Skye guide and bussed it around the 'apparantly' beautiful Trotternish Peninsula. Due to the weather, the views were as elusive as the ...
... restaurant that Bowie really wanted to try. Who cares that we were on our way to Italy in a few days? We were hungry and he promised himself he would eat there. I will give you a spoiler now, we never ate haggis on this trip.
The city did not offer much to do other than enjoy the way it looks. We ended up going to bed early and getting up in time to hit some museums. Then next day we chose to skip the museums in lieu of going to a ...
My first thought was that Michelle had somehow crawled her sweaty body into bed with me and was playing out some vengeful fantasy for all the hateful morning glares I had thrown her way. This was, of course, not the case. What was the case? A much smaller sweaty body belonging to a rather grim-looking Matt who was clutching his chest and mumbling something about his heart. I press my ear for a quick listen and, sure enough, the ...