Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Here we are, born to be kings

Finally freed from the Baltic, I have spent the last few days in Scotland. Today was Portree on the Isle of Skye, yesterday was Inverness (and Loch Ness!), the day before that was Leith/Edinburgh. That's pronounced something between "ed'nberg" and "ed'nburruh" but not either one exactly. You will be corrected. Now, for photos:

To begin, some pics from my first day in Scotland. Jamie has a friend from college, Ashley, living in the city, so she shepherded us around for the day. It was a wonderful day in a city I absolutely could love living in. Some pics: First of all, Jamie, Ashley, and I on the bus in Edinburgh with an empty bottle of Laphroaig we were given by a friendly pub owner. As we travelled around the city all day, we sampled whiskys (not "whiskey" and not "Scotch", you'll find) and more... this pub owner recommended this and then couldn't pronounce it herself. Suffice to say my guess of "Laughing Frog" was not correct but stuck better than the true name, "Luh-froyg."














Next, again from Edinburgh, it seems Dr. Who built on to his home... and he needed a coffee... I include this for those of you who I know would take the same photo.

Next is a horrid picture of me taken atop the National Museum of Scotland, with the storm whipping me about. Behind me? Edinburgh Castle and the city. I may look like hell but the city is majestic.


Next, me at Loch Ness. We have seen the monster, and it is us. We started on a first-ever full cast expedition, to Loch Ness. We left Invergordon for Inverness, then found a ten quid taxi tour to the loch. As we went along we gradually lost everyone. It wound up with just me and Jamie... we planned to hunt the beast, punch it in the neck, and return with it as a trophy to the others who didn't make it all the way there.


This is taking forever, and I am running out of time... I don't know how many more of these I can do right now... but... here we are on the Isle of Skye, quite predictably battling to prove there can be only one...

How did that end? Atop Portree Tower... Strangely enough, unlike in "Highlander," there were no lightning flashes and winds of change, no apparent "quickening" whatsoever. Just dead, beheaded bodies. In fact, I'm probably wanted for multiple homicide, and that NEVER seemed to be an issue for the tragic immortals of said film series. Anyway....I love the fact that, while walking around this quaint Scottish island town, I'm with a group of people who see toy swords in a shop window and decide we need to go find a castle grounds on which to battle. The field we fought on was a story unto itself... but I've been working on this entry for three days on and off, stealing bits on internet time here and there, and... well, write me if you want that story. NEXT: We few, we happy few... we who wear brown coats...




- Don Winsor @ 12:51 PM

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