I love Isle of Man, man.

If I had been packed and ready to go, catching an 8pm train after my shift ended at 7pm would have worked perfectly.

Keyword: if.

Unfortunately I had picked the night before to go on one of my very very rare clubbing nights. *Sigh* (It was a great night, if you’re wondering).Β As it stood I got home and packed and ate and was out of the house in half an hour, biking down to Haymarket to catch my train to Lancaster. Continue reading

The Pentlands

Considering Edinburgh has a park like the Pentlands right at its doorstep, it’s actually ridiculous that it’s taken me this long to get down to it. It was a beautifully contrasty day of bright bright sunlight and a few puffy clouds—typical Edinburgh, really—and Jeremy and I went for an afternoon hike. Continue reading

Bavarian Rhapsody

Jeremy is back and we got on a plane to Munich.

After some delays we arrived at MΓΌnchen Hauptbahnhof (Munich Central Station) quite late at night. Thankfully our hostel was quite close by because the area wasn’t the nicest after midnight. Continue reading

Something in the Ayr…

Innovative Learning Week.

…bullshite, it’s party/travel week.

Now, I really haven’t been doing much of either, mostly because I’m poor and all my friends are away traveling on the continent and I have a few days of work this week, BUT I have actually managed to do a few fun things to keep me from feeling those same blues I was feeling when alone at Christmastime. Continue reading

Shetland and Boozin’-Time Adventures with my Main Man

Right, so somehow I got the idea into my head that camping in January in Shetland was a great idea.

…it probably wasn’t, but that didn’t stop us from having a blast.

My boyfriend of two years, Jeremy, flew over from Canada to visit me for a few weeks, and the Sunday after he got here we packed up all the rented camping gear we had and took a train to Aberdeen where we caught the ferry to Lerwick, Shetland. Continue reading

Highland Fling in a Blizzard (also Whiskey)

So there I was, sitting on a four-day “weekend,” exceptionally bored.

Which really isn’t fair, since I just came back from a five-day tour of amazingness in the incredible Netherlands… But I had a shitty couple of shifts on the weekend at work (I really can’t deal with 9+ hour days, and I don’t know why they’re a thing here) and then proceeded to do, nothing, on Monday and Tuesday. (K, also not fair, because I totally went out to Dean Village on Tuesday). SHUT UP MY LIFE IS BORING I DO NOTHING.

But anyway, I was like, jeeeeez what am I doing sitting here when I have free time? Might as well explore Scotland! Continue reading

Stirlinggg

So I’ll admit it: I’m a foreigner living in Scotland and I have never been exposed to the Scottish identity piece that is the movieΒ Braveheart.

How, you may ask, could I have missed out on such a basic aspect of popular Scottish culture when I was planning on wasting/rocking a whole year in Scottish hedonism? Continue reading