Ay ye bonny lad!

Strap on ye kilt and slung de bugpipes under ye arrrrm, it’s ooof to Scotlind we goo.

By now you’re probably wondering if I headed off to Scotland or have just had stroke. Well those who picked the former, you’re a winner.

The fast train to Edinburgh takes four hours, which is about double the amount of time it was delayed for when Willo and I finally boarded at King’s Cross. With a group of 20 odd heading up to watch the Wallabies vs Scotland, it was going to be an interesting weekend when the bar carriage had been drunk dry only 2 hours out of London. For those of you who don't know Willo, this is him. He looks like what would happen if a China man and a bear had sex (sorry Willo - it's the eyes).
Edinburgh is a lovely city. Along with the picturesque castle on the hill, it is flanked on one side by the ocean (well an inlet), two other sides by hills, which leave the valley as the only way in and out – but also a natural wind tunnel. This means the wind kicks off the highlands through the valley and blows with an intensity that would put Monica Lewinsky to shame.
The large part of Edinburgh is still quite old. Buildings aren’t pulled down to make way for new fancy ones, people just move in to the 200-year old brick ones. All this makes the city seem un-touched. That is until some moronic Aussies come in and start laughing at store signs.
After an amusing Friday night, Saturday came around and it was time to play!

Australia vs Scotland

The game was never out of Australia’s hands, a fact not lost on the Scottish. Particulary the ones sitting near us.

The Scots are a great bunch to party with. My personal favourite was the man in Mircat Bar who was walking around with the full kilt and outfit, along with Braveheart face paint, and when we jokingly asked him who he was possibly going for, he responded with:

“Whatcha talking aboot, I’m just going shopping. Is thar a game on?”

Picked up some skank in a bar Sunday morning we were up early doors to see what the town offered. With a hearty breakfast, which included those damn beans, but also some haggis, Willo and I were traipsing around the entire town. We damn well went everywhere, even climbed a mountain overlooking city. From 8.30 – 12.00 we walked everywhere; I think we actually saw every tourist site you can name. Then I went to the pub.
A boozy train trip home that involved a large groups of Wallabies supporters (about 50) being rather rowdy, nearly getting in a fight with an overzealous stalker because I was talking to his intended prey for much of the journey, and all finished off by trying to watch Spoon string a sentence together at Pete’s house that evening, and it was a grand old weekend indeed.

Oh yea, and we won (44 -15).