Last night after the miserable day of getting lost and gaining massive blisters all over my feet, I decided to take it easy and just sleep, but about 8 pm I went down to the bar to try and get wifi, since that is the only place that has it, and very poorly I might add. I ran into my two Aussie roommates, who decided that the band in the bar downstairs was awful (they were) that they were going to go bar hopping or on a pub crawl. They invited me, and since I hadn't given Edinburgh a real chance I went. It was a Sunday night so most places were closed, and the ones that were open were pretty packed. We went to about 6 different bars/pubs, with me only drinking water (saves money, common sense and your liver). The best part of it all was I got to talk to these two Aussies and got to hear about where they were from. I learned a lot about cricket (which means I learned nothing, just that the Aussies hate England and want England to lose no matter the cost) we compared food, grocery stores, customs and general culture. They were lots of fun and it turned out to be a nice quite night out. Being with the two Aussies made it to where i got to see a bit of Edinburgh night life without feeling unsafe. Of course I felt pretty sketched out in Edinburgh, something about the whole place in general gives me the creeps, and I wouldn't dare go anywhere alone. I also feel the Scott's are much less friendly than the northern Irish, and the Irish.
This morning I woke up, to realize the shower wasn't working and I was once again alone, with everyone heading off to their next destination. I went and booked a couple nights in York, England, and I'm going to get a train ticket in the morning. After I did that I went out looking for some shoes that would give me some sort of comfort and support. After figuring out the shoe sizes (yes confusing) and getting some socks, I changed shoes. The ones I chose are some nice black leather Italian made ones, with extra cushion. After I changed I headed off to Calton hill. About 4 steps in the direction I needed to go, I gained another blister. My poor feet will never be the same. Not only that, I'm pretty sure I look like a war vet limping down the roads in Edinburgh. So I turned around and got some handy dandy bandaids and padded my feet in them, and loosened the shoes a bit. It was bearable after that and no more blisters were being formed, but I still looked like a war vet walking off. So basically if I have the option of walking or sitting, it's going to be sitting.
After going through that mess, all basically in the same area of this shopping mall, I realized it was already 1pm. So I decided to get some fish and chips that literally everyone had on their plate. Of course after dealing with my feet and the blisters I wanted to wash my hands first. I stood in front of the bathroom pushing and pulling and pretty much looking like an idiot until an American came up to me and told me it takes 20 pence to get in. So I paid 20 pence to wash my hands, then got in line for my fish and chips. It was hot and oh so greasy but so good. It was the first hot meal I had over here that I really enjoyed. My only problem was that I couldn't find ketchup, all they had was salt and vinegar, so my chips, or French fries weren't as delicious and they could have been because they were bland. But the fish, oh my, with the vinegar, and the hot flakey crispy batter around it, it was better than any fish and chips I've ever gotten back in the states, not even comparable really.
So 5 hours after I set off to find Calton hill I finally limped my way over. It was a steep climb, but after the fish and chips it was much needed, and when I got to the top it was well worth it. The view was incredible, and it's a free local park, I don't know why this isn't advertised much more. I spent a lot of my time just laying in the grass and enjoying the rest my feet needed.
Later I broke a nail, it was bound to happen, and I had to find some nail clippers. I went in a drug store (not a pharmacy, apparently those are two different things here. This place had no medicine). I found what I was looking for but I also learned that what we call a French manicure is know as a Brit manicure over here.
Much love from me to you,
-Kenzie xxoo
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