Rennie Mackintosh Station Hotel
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... sleeping situations).
And the next afternoon I drove the 4.5 hours to Spokane.
I forgot how much I really like driving. Especially alone. It's relaxing. I can listen to the music I want to, set the temperature how I like it (music loud, A/C on but on low, and windows down).
And after being out of the country for almost two months, traveling to a new city on an average of every 5 days, I arrived in the town where I grew up.
... we jumped on another train that would take us to Stirling. Although Davie laughed at us, he was quite a big help and was a very friendly man. We were all thankful that he could help us. So we were jumping on trains and practically making them by just a few minutes but we did it. On the last train to stirling we sat near a couple who had their heads down.. clearly turned up for valentine's day and we didn't think much of it till the lifted their heads and the ...
... and so never had people come and visit me personally). Also, I did not really like the fact I had to speak Dutch with them! Sure, it is kind of 'relaxing' to speak your native language every once in a while, but it feels like cheating to me!
That same Monday, I had to bring the Dutchies back to the airport and say goodbye. I did feel quite sad afterwards, because I started to miss them more than I did before they arrived. This because I had not seen them ...
... was being his diplomatic best! Seriously, the traffic cone stuck on the head of the statue of the Duke of Wellington out the front was the best bit!
We came across an unusual sight in one of the main streets in Glasgow - a big blue box (see photo!).
The decision to go to the Riverside Museum was pretty easy, it looked good from what we'd read and would have been my first choice anyway.
We caught the Metro subway to Partick Station, and ...
... all well and had 5 hours to kill so sat in the airport on our laptops sipping a coffee from the costa (not the usual first experience of India) before getting our taxi to the train station. We walked out past the the guards with double barrelled shot guns (a bit OTT really) into the heat and our taxi. Nomie gripped Tim’s hand at her first experience in India traffic and Indian taxi driving. Mirrors? Who need mirrors when you’ve got a horn to tell everyone else ...