To bring us up to date, we spent the rest of Friday afternoon wandering around and drinking beer on the street (it is actually legal), ran into Tom by pure coincidence and drank a few Bulmers with him at the finally-discovered Spiegel Gardens, tried to get to a free Fringe show but managed to get lost (my fault) and didn't make it. We then went to a local pub for dinner and both George and his dad were brave enough to try haggis - the verdict was that it was quite tasty but not extraordinary - something like a meat pie with oats.
Previously in the day we had bought half price tickets for this cool folky type band we saw playing on the Royal Mile for 11pm. We managed to drag ourselves out at 10.30 and after walking for 15 minutes and realising we still weren't even halfway there we pulled the pin and decided to forfeit the £6 and go to bed instead.
That brings us up to yesterday - what was supposed to be a leisurely drive from Edinburgh to Leeds then back to London on the train in time for dinner at our hostel turned into a nightmare of constantly getting lost, turning around and going back only to turn around again and go back the other way. First we went to Ladykirk in Scotland (after getting lost about 5 times), had a look around, took some photos then moved onto Hadrian's Wall, which we found after getting lost about 3 times. After this we drove to Leeds, getting lost another several times on the way, where we eventually found the house my dad was born in (yes, after getting lost another few times and then getting directions and a hand drawn map from a very nice lady in a pub).
After this we drove to York where we were supposed to drop off the car and get on the train back to London. We actually managed to get there without getting lost, but once there couldn't find a servo to fill up the car, which wasted another half an hour before we finally got to the station only to discover that we had missed the last train back to London. After more faffing around we finally decided to drive back to London instead at about 9.30pm. What should have been a 3 and a half hour drive turned into a 5 hour marathon because, yes, you guessed it, we got lost. We eventually gave up and got out of the car near where our hostel was and left George's dad to fend for himself. We finally got to bed at 3.15am.
Oh yeah, and I actually had an alcohol free day - a first and probably only for this holiday. George, on the other hand, knocked over four 500ml tins of Stella on the journey from York to London.
Not the best day of the holiday so far, but today we're heading off to the Reading music festival, where we luckily have VIP passes waiting for us thanks to Amy (thanks sis) and will hopefully be able to spend some of the day relaxing in the VIP area when we're not being stomped on by enthusiastic crowds.
Tomorrow morning we get on the Eurostar to Paris - woohoo!
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Glad to hear you're getting out and about and enjoying yourselves. It must be warm weather over there - it seems to be making you very thirsty!! Also good research into beverages of the world. Weather's great here too, 26 degrees today!!
Have fun in France.
Keep up the travel log for us poor 'working' people.
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