On the day that Vance flew back to Canada Shantelle and I left too. To Scotland. And afterwards all I can say is 'WOW' (and mentally kick myself for not going there earlier).
We arrived in Glasgow and decided to wonder about on a self-guided pub crawl and when one of my boots broke they were replaced by cheap flipflops and onward the pub tour commenced. We got stuck in the seventh underground bar, the Bier Halle. It had over a hundred beers from all over the world...Naturally I got overly excited about this and together we were in our element there, refusing to budge for a while and merrily drank and ate the night away. The other bar we liked was the Nice 'n Sleazy Bar where the walls were scribbled full of insults and the menu/music line up descriptions were hilarious and the White Russians were bad. On our way back to our beds we walked past the King Tut's Wah Wah Hut where we planned to go on our last night in Glasgow, solely because when a band calls themselves 'Grousebeater Sound System' and mixes trad Scottish instruments with hiphop, electronica and lord knows what else you gotta go see that in the flesh.
In the beginning our travel goals seemed simple: See the Kelpies, visit Doune Castle, go hug and hang out with Blair (my former roommate in Canada), see Culloden and Inverness and then end our last night in Scotland in King Tut's Wah Wah Hut listening to a local band with an irresistible name that includes 'Grousebeater'.
Nothing ever goes exactly according to plan. And that is the best thing about traveling. Looking back on where we ended up made me fall hard and heavy for Scotland.
Which would've never happened without Shantelle. We travel real good together.
We arrived in Glasgow and decided to wonder about on a self-guided pub crawl and when one of my boots broke they were replaced by cheap flipflops and onward the pub tour commenced. We got stuck in the seventh underground bar, the Bier Halle. It had over a hundred beers from all over the world...Naturally I got overly excited about this and together we were in our element there, refusing to budge for a while and merrily drank and ate the night away. The other bar we liked was the Nice 'n Sleazy Bar where the walls were scribbled full of insults and the menu/music line up descriptions were hilarious and the White Russians were bad. On our way back to our beds we walked past the King Tut's Wah Wah Hut where we planned to go on our last night in Glasgow, solely because when a band calls themselves 'Grousebeater Sound System' and mixes trad Scottish instruments with hiphop, electronica and lord knows what else you gotta go see that in the flesh.
In the beginning our travel goals seemed simple: See the Kelpies, visit Doune Castle, go hug and hang out with Blair (my former roommate in Canada), see Culloden and Inverness and then end our last night in Scotland in King Tut's Wah Wah Hut listening to a local band with an irresistible name that includes 'Grousebeater'.
Nothing ever goes exactly according to plan. And that is the best thing about traveling. Looking back on where we ended up made me fall hard and heavy for Scotland.
Which would've never happened without Shantelle. We travel real good together.
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