After the fun experience of showering at the High Street Hostel, frying a blowdryer, and killing Greg’s laptop battery, we took advantage of the dreary weather to show Nick what Scotland really looks like. We wandered up to the castle again, then made our way down to see Greyfriars Bobby. Around Greyfriars, the primary school security guard wouldn’t let us take a photo of the cute uniformed kids.
After grabbing our luggage, we stopped by Starbucks for some much-needed internet access. Yay, real-world connection! Then we had a fun trek to the Eurolines desk at St. Andrews square, where they couldn’t really help us and told us to come back tomorrow when there’s gonna be a manager on duty. (Shouldn’t there always be a manager on duty?) Sad to say, there is no CIC in Scotland.
By then we realized we’d be running late to meet Katelyn back up in St. Andrews, but after 20 frustrating minutes with an AT&T representative, we gave up without Jen murdering anybody. So, off to McDonald’s for a good old Scottish supper. I must note that we did have some great service on account of a mayonnaise mishap.
The hour-long train ride gave us great views of the Firth of Forth and the young lambs grazing in the fields. The Scottish countryside really is quite beautiful, even if our cameras or the weather don’t do it justice. One quick bus ride after that, we were throwing stones at Katie’s dorm window. Luckily, we found her and we all went out to explore St. Andrews and the beaches of the North Sea. There was some treacherous-rock climbing and more great views, of course.
Out on the pier, Jen wouldn’t walk along the high, thin wall, so she provided a few great shots from below. You’ll see one is an attempt at the Abbey Road album cover, though clearly geographically displaced. We found the mysterious sand worm formations, and after some deductive scientific reasoning, we figured out that the holes and the fecal-like formations seemed to be correlated. An ocean worm that poops sand, perhaps?
After a quick stop at Tesco, we became familiar with the most awesome food delicacy known to man: the battered and deep-fried Snickers bar. At only 80p, this little piece of heaven is worth every tuppence. (Nick postulated that its taste could shatter even the most devout believer’s faith—it was just that good.)
Finally, we sat around Katie’s place eating our frozen dinners, Hob Nobs, and Irn-Bru while we watched Braveheart and criticized its historical inaccuracy.
Now, bedtime at 3:30 am, GMT. Catch us tomorrow for another exciting tale from beyond the sea!
