September 25, 2010

Edinburgh and context

This post is subtitled:

Edinburgh: Fashions Asshole

On train from Berwick (pronounced "Ber-rick") everyone is pounding back tallboys of Stella Artois. The train car echoes with the refreshing snap of cans opening and crinkle of cans being crushed and tossed onto the floor. One fellow has crocodile skin shoes and a pin stripe suit (finished two tallboys, in the 40 minute ride -- thirsty), while another fellow has only four digits on his left hand (three fingers and a thumb).

Edinburgh (pronounced "Edin-burrough"):

The beauty of single pane windows cannot be overstated.

There is an auld man in the hostel. He wheezes and sighs and groans. It is quite something to hear/witness. I talked to him this morning and it turns out he is a pirate. He has the accent, eyebrows the size of cotton balls, and quite respectable ear hair... and one eye. You don't even need an imagination here -- you just need to look around.

Edinburgh seems like Niagara Falls. Touristy in the cheapest, most ubiquitous way, and very 2-dimensional.


Firth of the Forth and the Forth Bridges:


The Falkirk Wheel, rotating boatlift:


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