hello. all. world. you. lovelys.
just returned this morning from some time overseas. dramatic way to say it, though true.
nyc to newark to london. london to tate modern to finding out that the train tickets to endinbugh in scotland were 200 pounds (FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS) when they were normally only like 15 bucks, because scotland has big big new year’s celebrations. so we said -what to do!?’- and we… freaked out. not really. but it was a wrench in the plans. so we used the muesum’s free internet for awhile more, and found a hostile right around the corner from where i lived in london, and then we… had a meal, wandered around really jet-lagged… and finally made out way there. feel asleep, awoke in the middle of the night, and explored chelsea after midnight.
we then… still had no idea how to get to scotland. plane train bus- we couldnt find anything under a few hundred bills, and we didnt really want to get back on a plane, after just getting off one. i, for one, was sick of aeroport tyrant-ness. take off your shoes!stand in this line! waste all your time! buy overly expensive food! just bc you are trapped here!
plus, we had really wanted to see the countryside from the train window. so… in the midst of asking the hostel worker about carshare situations in the uk… and basically posting and scouring craigslist and rideshare.co.uk or whatever like mad, i said ‘LETS RENT A CAR!’ and at 4 am we did and that was that. on online, anything can happen!
we slept, for a moment, a blip, a few hours, and were back on the Tube to dreaded zone 6, Heathrow International, to pick up our car. wow. after asking and maybe insulting the nice guy who worked at the rental car place by asking if there were any other rules to keep in mind besides ‘driving on the wrong side of the road’, we got on the wrong side and off we went.
the only deadline we set for ourselves was to be in edinburgh by 12 midnight for the new years celebration.
we stopped way too much, drank lots of coffee redbull etc had too pee too much, stopped out of boredome, etc, and eventually made our way through all of england, and lots of scotland. while very close to endinburgh, we passed a really really big bonfire in Biggar, Scotland. we got out to take picture, change to our party clothes in a gas station bathroom, buy wine for the party, and ask about the bonfire. they said it had been a tradition for 2,000 years. we said ‘Wow!’. i have pictures, and they will be on my flicker page.
so… we went onwards on wee windy roads passing sheep and little houses… till we got to endinburgh. lots of main streets were closed for new years celebrations, so we got lost lots, and finally found sylvan at just after 11. we made our goal of getting to the party by the last moments of 2007.
party, out to the meadows for great great big fireworks, then walking though the city cobblestone streets to another party, next to a castle!, talking sitting drinking then another party and listening to johnny cash with scottish boys till the late late hours of the night. went to sleep in an artist’s room, with sylvan sleeping on his not yet used canvas next to me.
waking with no light left in the day at all on new years day.
days of exploring and hanging out and good eating conversation and drinking. i dont know where the days went but they went. hummus and talk of love and good beer. second hand pinstriped skirts and books on spirituality.
good european design and ecologically correct thinking stand out in my mind from the trip. light sockets that one turns on and off, so that the currents are not on all the time. less packaging on food stuff and products. big drying racks on pulley systems to hang ones clothes, in each house. little tiny cars, not one SUV sighted in scotland. and green green green land everywhere. more to come on glasgow, back to london, and home.
have to go eat sushi now.