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Well. Going to the library and starting to update was a good idea at the time. But now I’m without internet and can’t finish. So I’ll have to do it here and then see if I can’t get myself back up sometime soon. Well. So as I recall I was saying that I was not […]

Today’s entry is called My Stumble Over Perth, or How I Came To Be Sitting On The Side Of The Road For Two Hours. We got up early yesterday and caught the train to Perth. I wasn’t totally impressed by the landscape that we passed. From London to Edinburgh it was bright and cheerful. Yesterday

So, my conclusion following my first night in a hostel: Why, aside from money, would anyone ever choose to stay in one of these places? What a pain in the ass. People are loud and sceptical, the bed was uncomfortable, people (both in the hostel and the street) are drunk and noisy, the floorboards creak,

I have to make this brief because, in spite of the hostel’s free internet, there is only one computer and there are people waiting. I moved into the hostel this morning. It’s £13.50/night, which isn’t terrible, but not nearly as good as all the stories I’ve heard made them out to be (I guess Europe

Out of the hotel and into a hostel. I like that they have “Frasier” on at 9am. It’s a good way to start the day. Nothing else going on at the moment. Beautiful day — surprisingly bright and warm, unless there’s a breeze, at which point it’s freezing. I somehow managed, in a train ride,

I wish I could write about all the wonderfully fantastic, culturally enriching, envy-inspiring things I’ve done today, but I can’t. I really didn’t do much of anything today. I had breakfast (these people eat way too much in the morning), took a shower, packed, checked email, checked out, laughed at the woman stationed at the

Photos! Some of them! Finally! Here.

Day 7: EdinburghWell now. My week in London has ended and I have arrived in Scotland. The past few days in London were lovely. Monday night I forwent swing dancing and went out to dinner with John instead. This was mostly in the interest of my feet who are entirely displeased that I should suddenly

I found an internet cafe where I can get an hour of internet for the price of a half hour at the other place. Oh, ha ha ha. In other news, hotels are too damn expensive and I am way too slow in getting out today.

Y’all, this computer thing is going to die. I was happily clicking away with amusing (or at least not-depressing) little tales of my days and I had all this time in which to write, and then TA DA! The computer gave me not the blue screen of death, but rather the login screen. And the