end of the wee trip

Well, that's that for Scotland; come tomorrow I head back to Galway. It was a whirlwind tour, or really just a short tour; I didn't see that much. I stuck around in Glasgow for longer than I had expected -- I enjoyed the city, so I stayed longer. Sat atop a double decker -- wind in hair, hair in wind -- for a bus tour of the city, dug the library and some used book/record stores, saw Bowling for Columbine -- a good film that begs the question of why Americans like their guns so much -- met up with Gillian, (a friend I worked with at camp earlier this summer,) as she lives in Glasgow (and I was stupid enough not to get in touch with her earlier than Tuesday night,) and walked about a few different museums and a cathedral.

Last night I took the bus to Edinburgh, and began Kerouac's Big Sur, cafe and bar hopping to places where I could chill, read, and have coffee and pilsner. This morning I took another narrated bus trip, being the lazy tourist -- I still haven't hitchhiked at all, which was my plan -- this time to Stirling Castle, through Braveheart country, and to Loch Lomond, where I strolled through the forest next to the loch and marvelled that I was walking along the bonnie, bonnie banks of lore, and wondered what, in fact, that meant. Tonight I caught the last half of an Advent concert at a cathedral; good sonorous settling stuff that rejuvenated me

I'm going to be a jerk and take this Kerouac book with me back to Galway instead of leaving it on the hostel's shelf here -- This morning my memory wasn't caught up to my bookmark, and I don't read fast enough to finish it in time.