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"well I wood like to stay ooovah." - Edinburgh Part Deux Sept 14 2007

22 September 2007





On our second and last full day of orientation, we again hoarded for internet at the Study Centre. We were booked for entrance into Edinburgh Castle at the hilltop in the afternoon and cruised around the compound, caught a glimpse of the Honours [the historic crown, sword, and sceptre] and some awesome reconstructed prison cells from all those wars. At one point, we were snapping a bunch of photos around the cannons and barricades of the sick views [it was an amazingly clear and sunny day] and Christine and I overheard a mother as her son if he’d like to sleep at the castle, to which the 5 year-old boy answered “well I woold like to stay ooovah…” Little Scottish boys are awesome.

That night, we got to go on a ghost tour through some of Edinburgh and hear some awesome ghost stories from the city’s past. Basically, we were feeling pretty, pretty uneasy when our guide told us that we’d be going down into the Edinburgh Vaults, supposedly the most haunted place in Britain. Whaaat? Not exactly what we signed up for. The guide explained to us some of the occurrences past people have experienced down in the vaults since they record anything that anyone reports, and I have to say, I felt a cold rush of air against my legs at one point, but I’m thinking that it was just some fresher air coming through the musty vaults. Hm. We shall never know.

Having to get up at 4am on Saturday, I made sure to get to bed and rest up. So I finished up my packing and went to sleep at 1:30am. So basically, I took a nap. Vanessa, Aram, Jessica, Christine, and I managed to navigate our hellish bus-train-train itinerary from Edinburgh to Newcastle to York to Leeds with ALL of our crap. Luckily, on the trains, people who were waiting to either get on or get off while we assembly-lined our luggage, helped us. Whether it was because a) they were impatient and needed on or off, b) felt sorry for us, or c) genuinely wanted to help our group of international students, we don’t know. But a big shout-out to those Brits who did! Cheers!
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The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.
[ St. Augustine ]

A passport, as I'm sure you know, is a document that one shows to government officials whenever one reaches a border between countries, so the officials can learn who you are, where you were born, and how you look when photographed unflatteringly.
[ Lemony Snicket ]

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