Cruising

Day 2 Scotland started with a walk to the bus station where we caught a tour bus. There's much to be said for a really comfortable bus. However, staying away so that you can see the sights is not one of them. I think Seth and I probably slept over two hours of our four hours of riding.

The highlands were especially beautiful, reminding me of the old George McDonald books I grew up with.

Our first stop on the tour was another castle. This time it belonged to Bruce King of Scots. He was the chap in the 1300's who took over the fight from William Wallace (of Braveheart fame) against the English and won the Scots independence. Quite a leader, etc. The scots were very irritated that in the movie Braveheart he was portrayed as having sold out William Wallace. Evidently, this is distinctly not true. But of course, as good California's (in the present only for me), we expressed strong disbelief that Hollywood would portray something historical with any degree of lack of accuracy.

We also saw a monument/statute of William Wallace on the way in. JS was disappointed that William Wallace looked nothing like Mel Gibson. Life is full of disappointments. From seeing the Scottish girls around here, Seth and I have concluded that the two actresses that portrayed the leading ladies in the film were also horribly historically incorrect. How sad.

After the castle, we went and saw a nice little display of sheep herding by some border collies. Seth raised sheep. I had a sheltie. It seems horrible that we weren't able to combine resources earlier in life for financial gain.

The last stop was the Lock Lomond, the largest body of freshwater in the United Kingdom. We took a nice cruise on the lake, etc.

After arriving back in Edinburgh, we caught a meal while watching Ryder Cup "action." While golf's a fine playing sport, watching's never been my thing. However, everyone is absolutely crazy about it here, and seem to believe that America feels the same way. Since we were winning, we played the part of the superior American's beating europeans at some random sport we took up just because we're good at such things.

After dropping off Teresa and Jeremy, Seth and I scoured the city for any sign of real American football. After asking at least thirty people, being directed to various sports bars around the city, and deciding that it was practically hopeless, we finally discovered "the place" in town that actually carried a game. At that point, it didn't matter what game. It was football. And three American college students were there trying to keep track of their fantasy football teams. Good times. The afternoon game got over at half past midnight. Then the search for internet began.

From Scotland, Blogger remains your faithful blogging servant. Tomorrow, he should have an update on driving on the left side of the road. Good times.