Update one - traveling insanity
With about a seven hour flight ahead of me, I had my fingers crossed for the entire 34 rows back to my seat on the plane for a decent travel companion. As I entered a the section that was apparently designated for grumpy old people, I crossed my other fingers, as I noticed that my seat, ‘34C’ was next to ‘34A’ on one side and the isle on the other. This plane seats about 300 people, so my chances were quite in the air.
Eventually I found my way back to row
34, and to my peasant surprise, I was greeted by the comely and excited face of
Sadie Shearon, a very cool 21 year old bible banger
from a corner of the bible belt itself,
We showed each other pictures of our friends and family to pass the time, and while she had plenty to share, I had a quite limited selection. After about the fifth picture of her ‘friend,’ Peter-John, I asked her more about him. She then introduced me to the philosophy of being in a relationship and not labelling it in public as a relationship. This is fine, I guess, as they were both in ministry, and being a couple while working with people like that sometimes gives people funny impressions.
a couple bottles of wine (which are free on international flights!) we were
talking boisterously, and she continued to tell me about how she had never been
drunk (which to her is defined by passing out…okay…). We finally enforced mandatory sleep time, as
she had promised her ‘not-boyfriend,’ Peter-John (I love that name, it’s so
southern! =) ) that she would get some rest before
Anyway, we woke up and had another bottle of wine (now, these are ~300ml each—pretty small) over breakfast and continued to share stories of near-death experiences of kayaking and falling over/through dams and skiing and whatnot.
Somewhere along the way, I mentioned
that I was taking the train from
We stood in line in customs forever,
and were both so excited to be in
Well, five minutes later, I have my
bags arranged and find myself standing in the mass chaos of the Friday morning
airport traffic with Sadie no where to be found. Damn.
Not five minutes in
The train ride to Edinburgh was excellent, and I thougharally enjoyed my business-class ticket accommodations that my travel agent had easily talked me into—cheap drinks, a small table to spread my maps out on, and a second seat to rest my feet on. I thought it best to spend the extra £4 and give myself a little luxury for the end of my long trip and the beginning of my time of extensive walking and hostel stays.
I rolled into Waverly Station in
Nicholas scooped up my heavy
multiple-backpack apparatus like a pack-horse and we started the 20 minute walk
to our hostel. The rest of the night
went pretty smoothly. We grabbed dinner just
off the Royal Mile, and wandered around for awhile and saw a few interesting