In an attempt to escape the mob scene of Edinburgh's New Year we migrated to Inverness via train. On the ride up we were next to these fun drunky young professionals who were helicopter pilots (I tried to convince them land on my roof to drop me off in 6 monthes but no can do). They were downright sloppy. One was named Gaz (nickname for Gary) and the other one we shall call Bad Teeth Blondie and an Irish chick named Su. The scenery was serene and I was struck how every country side is familiar to one another. The rolling hills, the chicken coops, sheep, and mud.
Gaz was trying to pick Maggie up with a cross aisle lean in then Bad Teeth takes a champagne cork and from point blank range chucks it at Gaz' eyeball. Direct hit. Gaz hardly flinches and simply shuts the wounded eye and continues with the macking as if it didn't happen but it must have hurt- it was simply classic. They cutely made us drinks we were trying to politely refuse it was inetible. The girl put the two VERY stiff drinks in our hand and said, "C'mon Get over it Girls....sort your lives out." It was 4:00 pm.
I am loving this book I am reading "Even Cowgirls get the Blues" by Tom Robbins. I recommend it to any and everybody. And I will probly be throwing some quotes in it later.
When we got in we took the first cab we have taken since coming here to our hostel. It was about a minute but I would have done it again in a heart beat. Apparently Scotland is hilly because it is on dorment volcanoes. The assymetry in the landscape keeps your eye busy...."the lumps the lovely land lumps check it outttt." You can imagine how it inspired golf.
We are staying at this cozy, adorable backpacker run hostel right near the water. It is very homey with a xmas tree, music, a fireplace, full kitchen, and connect four. I love it here. Iverness 4 Life.
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