Glasgow,
United Kingdom
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Once back in Glasgow we checked in to the same hostel we had previously used and asked the man at reception if he knew of any good places to eat and please somewhere besides the notoriously touristy areas or the student hangouts. He told us there was a bar in the area where they spoke Gaelic so we asked for directions. He didnīt believe us at first but thatīs where we wanted to go so he promised we wouldnīt be disappointed and said we would come back "pissed as a fart" - hahahaha. He added that I should be careful - the bar was safe - because with my red hair it was likely "some highlander would carry [me] off to his attic"! We thanked him and said weīd take our chances so we walked down and found out they had just stopped serving food but the bartender told us to go to The Goat just a little farther down and we could find good food. We did and some more live music by a band that really appealed to Chris, they were good but it sounded more like Bluegrass than anything so while I agreed they were good they werenīt that good. We had some food and went back to the Park Bar where we found the place a little more crowded - definitely locals - and everyone was really friendly; the music was supplied by two men (one guitar and one accordion) who did a mix of things and even took requests so at one point the whole bar broke into song - it was great. We had our beer and enjoyed friendly company and conversation then went back to the hostel because we had another really early flight the next morning.
Waking up at 3am, again, and walking the 20 minutes or so to the bus station to find out you will wait for an hour for a bus to the airport that turns out to be full means two things 1. You find yourself willing to cram into a taxi with five other people and lots of luggage for a forty minute ride to the airport (itīs cheaper that way) and 2. As much as this should be a reason to panic, you donīt, amazingly (thatīs probably due to the lack of sleep). We found out we had to pay an extra 6 Euros at the airport because we had mistakenly chosen web check-in and not airport check-in so waiting in the line we started to wonder if we would make our flight but seeing other people actually missing theirs and breaking down was oddly comforting, sure I felt bad but there was nothing I could do. We made it on and tried to catch some much needed sleep as we flew towards Italy. It was a wonderful vacation!
