Disclaimer: This blog post contains the use of one single profane word. Sorry in advance to all the innocent ears and eyes that read this. It's basically a quote.
So, we woke up at 4am this morning to take the shuttle to the airport. We were way early, but it was the best way because the shuttle picked us up at the hostel and the guy even loaded our backpacks onto the bus for us. We came dangerously close to not being able to get our bags checked because of the weight restrictions and the fact that we didn't have the sweet lady from the Dublin airport there to disregard the fact that Katie's bag was nearly 8 pounds overweight. So, after some serious magic and Jedi mind tricks, we finally got everything distributed in a way that would allow us to get our bags on the plane. We had a close call at the gate with the size restrictions for carry-ons, but after switching Rex (if you don't know him, you should) from Katie's carry-on to tucking him in her jacket, where he was much happier.
The flight was only 40 minutes long and uneventful, which is good. When we got into Edinburgh, there was snow on the ground and it was really beautiful. Our hostel is called the Castle Rock Inn and it is seriously cool. There are tons of pieces of art work and tapestries lining the walls. We got to the hostel around 9am but we couldn't check in until 2pm so we dropped our bags off in the luggage room and set out to see what was close by. Oh, look! A castle! The hostel offered a free walking tour of Edinburgh at 10:30 so we went back there, grabbed some breakfast, and set out just in time for the rain to start pouring down. So, we basically froze our toesies off. Despite the chilly temperature, it was still a really awesome tour. Our guide, Kate, was really entertaining and the rain stopped about an hour into it so we weren't too terribly miserable. We learned a good conversation starter if you're ever strapped for something to say:
Way back in the day, before indoor plumbing, people used to potty in chamber pots. Whenever their chamber pots got full, they'd just open their windows, yell "Garda-loo!" (which is garbled French for "guarda l'eau" meaning "watch out for the water") and throw them out the window. The waste would then flow down the street into Norloch (or North Lake) where the city's sewage system led as well as where they got their drinking water (yuck). Well, all of the waste would produce methane gas which is A) very flammable, and B) when ingested, will make you hallucinate. So, the councilmen of the town decided one day that maybe people were throwing their chamber pots out too often, so they decreed that chamber pots should be emptied into the streets only twice a day, once at 10am and once at 10pm. At 10am, it worked out fine. Chamber pot emptiers would yell "Garda-loo!" and anyone on the street below would step against the building and out would come the poo and all was good. At the 10pm emptying time, however, it was a different story. Around 10pm, the pubs and streets would be hoppin' and folks who had been in those pubs would be heading home after drinking the methane-gas-water and weaving all over the place. One's mental faculties were never quite as sharp at that point as they should be, so when somebody opens a window and yells "Garda-loo" in garbled French, those in that state of mind rarely remember to step against the building, out of harm's way, and would often look up to find the source of all the yelling, and subsequently a face full of the emptied chamber pot. Thus, the meaning of the term "shit-faced". Now you know everything!
After our tour ended in Princes Street Gardens, which is very green since the area was formerly Norloch (free fertilizer!), we continued adventuring around town and found the National Museum of Scotland and went in to check out the cool art work and thaw out a little bit. After we'd seen about all there was to see there, we went out to a find really cool view of the Scott Monument and Waverly Bridge. We took the opportunity for some experimental photography. We could make millions!
We were getting a little grumbly in our tumblies so we went in search of food. We found a place called 99 Hanover Street that looked promising. It was a great choice! We had a really good meal for not a lot of money and the servers there were so nice and willing to offer tips on things to see while we're in the city. After our meal, we doodled around some more shops but everything was closing early because it's Sunday. So we just caught a cab back to the hostel. This place is hoppin'! There are lots of people staying here and they're showing the US vs. Canada Olympic Men's Hockey finals in the movie room tonight so everyone is getting hyped up.
We got to see a whole lot today and we really wanted to try our luck at finding the Loch Ness monster, so we booked a day-long excursion for tomorrow to the highlands of Scotland. We're so excited! We will report back tomorrow (hopefully) with news of our day.
Quote of the day:
Rachael: When's the last time we took a shower?
Katie: I don't know. What day is it?
Rachael: Monday? I don't know!
Katie: Oh, London! I took a shower in London. When was that?
Rachael: We should really change our socks.
And now, for some fun pics!
This is the restaurant where JK Rowling wrote Harry Potter. From that window, she could see a very expensive private school which she used to as her inspiration for Hogwarts. After the books were published, she became richer than the Queen of England (not an exaggeration) and she sent her kids there. 
Seems like the hockey game is over! We should go see what all of the singing is about and see who won. Until next time....
XOXO K&R









