Jock's first drink
Trip Start Aug 16, 2010
66Trip End Jan 02, 2011
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We arrive at Edinburgh airport and catch a cab to the bus station. We cart the bags into the station and I ask this official looking bloke where can we catch a bus to St Andrews and he looks at me like I've a couple of heads and says, "What a did ya say laddie?" So I repeat it to him sloooowly and he tells me Stand No5. What ever the fuck that is. I might add here that this will not be the first time that I will get looked at strangely when I say something to a wee Scottish person. So we wait at Stand No5 for the X59 bus that doesn't turn up so I ask the same bloke what's going on with the bus and he says, "what did ya say laddie?" Back to the sloooowly bit again and we catch the next X60 bus to St Andrews, it takes about an hour longer but it's a lovely drive up the coast and we meet a nice young bloke called Steven who when we got to St Andrews showed us were Vardon House was.
We lobbed into St Andrews at about 3pm on Wednesday the 22nd of Sep after leaving the Victoria Falls on the border between Zambia and Zimbabwe the morning before. What a contrast! Needless to say we were a wee bit tired and weary as we knocked on the door at 22 Market Place St Andrews. Vardon House was to be our home for the next two weeks
As we had not contacted Tony for a few months he was a bit surprised when he opened the door and I said "G'day mate". No more surprised than us because he was wearing nothing more than a towel. He was getting ready to go out for a quick 9 holes.
Introductions made, room allocated and keys handed over. Don't wear your shoes in the house as they wear on the carpet, help yourself to tea and coffee and I'll catch up with you later.
Cally and I got settled in and then a walk to sample my first whiskey in Scotland. A walk past the first tee on the Old Course of course....What a thrill, the Old Course was open and people were teeing off. We stood there for about ½ an hour ....I didn't want to leave but my lovely bride was getting wet and whiskey was awaitin'.
Off we go with Jock's medals in my pocket looking for a bar. Cally spots a bar with a 2 for 1 offer on a meal at the start of South St in town, you little beauty; we're a bit hungry and in we go. I should add here that St Andrews is not only famous for golf, it is also a university town and it was the first week back for most of the students. The place was packed with one of the soccer teams at one end and a rugby team at the other, but undaunted, we continued to the bar. With the promise of cheap food and a whiskey, I was not moving. We ordered our food and then thought "where are we going to eat it"? None the less it was whiskey time and I ordered a single malt....ol mate behind the bar said "which one"?.....I said "the best one you've got".....he said "they're all good"....I said "Islay"....he said "got one"...I said thanks and then rang the bank for another mortgage to pay for it.