I am a terrible tourist, I am.
First of all, because I love sleeping in and waking up at like 11 am and lingering over morning coffee and only getting my ass out of the place after 1pm.
And then stopping at shops. La Senza is the bane of my entire existence I tell you. I cannot see lingerie on sale. Nevermind that I have two armoireful of bras. I'm making up for years of not having nice pretty *cough* plus sized bras in pretty colours and patterns. And they're not all that expensive either. Wah liao, the ones in Malaysia, look like grannie underwear but costs a bomb. Ptui!
After La Senza I went shopping for more clothes and souvenirs for friends and family. Especially for Sue Yen and my family cos she's coming over.. so yeah. Bought shortbread, fridge magnets, scotch whisky, heathergems, the works...
Also went around the Tron Kirk and sat there chatting with this guy who seemed to know a lot about Edinburgh's history and heh, it turns out that he's THE JAN ANDREWS HENDERSON prolific writer of a series of books on Edinburgh, ranging from stuff about the McKenzie poltergeist to Edinburgh's nickname as the city of the dead, also chatted quite a bit with my guide yesterday, Cara, about esoteric Edinburgh, so maybe I could write a story about that as well.. ^_^
*fingers crossed*
Feeling a little tourist-y, I went into the museum for a quick look - so quick that the curator remarked, "you're not into museums, are you?" wah liao, damn embarrassing wei...
what to do, such a phillistine.
hey but i liked the Tate Gallery in London worr...
But I did get to sample some scotch and whisky - which was a pretty bad idea, considering the horrible headache i am currently experiencing. I actually wanted to go for another underground tour tonight, but I don't feel like it... hrm, should I? there's another one at 10. Maybe... then again maybe not.
Hrmm.
Am heading back to London tomorrow.
I love Edinburgh. It's lovely. The people are lovely. They're rather touristy, though, as well. I love walking back to Belford at night alone. That 30 minutes of silent solitude. Sometimes it feels so surreal, the mist, the bells, the cool and not being able to see more than a few yards ahead of me....
I love the rowdiness of the hostel. The initial embarrassment of seeing other women naked in the shower. The waiting until everyone is asleep so that I have the whole shower room to myself to shower in. The shock of waking up discovering your dormmates 'going at it'.
It's all experience, I guess.
And I met another Malaysian girl as well. The people at the tours remarked that Malaysian girls are the only Asian/Oriental girls who are independent and free spirited/brave enough to travel alone.
*thumbs up*
Last meal in Edinburgh? A pot of haggis and tatties at the SX restaurant off the Royal Mile.
6 comments:
tatties? hahaha, you even got the whole scottish slang going, eh lassie?
well, don't forgot to try them neepies as well since you're at it.
so when's about ye reckon ah'd be seein yer bonny arse on MSN agin then? <--- (it's supposed to be scots like)
think you're a born "slow traveller". lookit up. :)
the haggis not geli meh? it once having been wrapped around sheep doo.
Malaysians the only asian who travel alone? not exactly true, there was a Japanese girl I saw who went travelling alone at Europe (I saw her on the coach between Vienna-Prague), and I even bumped into her (she was alone, again) somewhere on the steps of Prague castle
nah michi, tatties are what they call potatoes in scotland.
neepies are those swedish turnips.
they go great with Haggis!
It's nice to travel alone :)
wah, newcastle seems to be keeping you busy...or is it someone...? jeng jeng JENGG!!!
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