| Scotland - June 17 thru 20 |
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Even
though we share the lame linguistic tongue... understanding the English
and the Scottish can very difficult if not impossible. And it also
goes to say... the more alcohol these wonderful people consume - the
less understandable they become.
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After a mediocre (and supposedly First Class) flight on Delta Airlines, we landed in Glasgow Scotland.
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Oban
was our home for three days, staying at the Hawthornebank
Guest House, a beautiful bed and breakfast just overlooking the
harbor. After three very rainy and cold days, the weather broke
and it was time to head south, into England.
By this time, I was starting to get used to driving on the opposite side of the road. Even stranger... I was beginning to understand what the hell the Scots were saying. |
On
our drive south to England, we stopped at Lockerbie Scotland and visited
the memorial to the victims of the Pan Am #103 disaster. It was
truly a very memorable experience reading the inscriptions on the
plaques of the victims.
Andy's Assessment: Lush, very green, beautiful, cold, rainy, shitty food, great scotch, good beer, moderately expensive. |