There is not much to be said for Friday – just a lot of driving. We navigated through Inverness like champs, and the open road was no challenge. We stopped briefly at the same Highlands Welcome Center we had visited on the way up, where we took advantage of the cheap Internet connection to shoot off a quick email to assure everyone we were still alive. For one usually as connected via cyberspace and cell phone as myself, it has been strange (and wonderful) to suddenly drop off the face of the earth.
Hitting Edinburgh was a bad, bad experience, since we had not done our homework in regard to the location of our hotel. Since it was located on Glasgow Road, we thought “How difficult could that be to find?” Talk about famous last words! With Eric in a lather, we ended up in Leith (the port area). We strolled into the Holiday Inn and threw ourselves on the mercy of the people at the front desk. After navigating through Edinburgh with their directions, we found out that Glasgow Road was none other than the M8 – the very same road we had taken out of Glasgow at the beginning of our Scottish visit.
Eric and I had thought we would take the bus (£1) into town to check it out, but ran into a technical problem involving the outlets by our beds, which had a wacky configuration. It was kind of like a European plug, plus a ground, and no adaptor we had would fit it. The front desk finally scrounged an extension cord from the electrician, which solved our problem, as we stretched it across the room.
By the time this was over, the wind was out of our sails, and we just went to the bar for a drink, and retired.
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