Hello Scotland

So last night I flew in to Edinburgh and Gary, his girlfriend Joanne and an Aussie mate of his (Craig, not Greg. Gary can't speak english properly). Apparently we are not allowed to battle to see which side of the Tasman sea is better.

We dropped our stuff off at Garys flat (they had just driven down from Caithness) and had a beer. Unfortunately we drank the last beers in the house so we thought the pub might be a good option. And that was about it. I hadn't had dinner so I got pretty hammered drunk pretty quick but apparently that suited Scotland better anyway. We had some tasty kebab things on the way home. I had a pretty good sleep in the closet (literally a closet, only just big enough for a bed), and now I am waiting for my cooked breakfast before we make a plan for today.