Glasgow

I've just arrived in Glasgow more than a little travel weary. Right now I'm inclined to describe the city, which Lonely Planet euphemistically calls "gritty" as a "bombed-out concrete soviet shit-hole", but that's probably fatigue talking. Like it or not I have 2 nights here, and at least the hostel in nice. Plus I made a less than cheery selection at the EXCELLENT 2nd hand bookstore in Inverness situated in a deconsecrated church, All Quiet On The Western Front. It's gripping but utterly depressing.

The Carbisdale Castle Hostel in Culrain was great, but unfortunately that was the ONLY thing in Culrain, except for midges, which I don't think I've described yet. A Midge is essentially a cross between a mosquito and a gnat. They are small and swarmy and like to fly in eyes, and yet they also suck blood and make itchy bumps. Truly the worst of both worlds. Anyway, I did get plenty of sleep at the castle. I fell asleep on my books at around 7 pm and woke up to catch the train to Inverness at 8am. After more sleep on the train (Ben Nevis really exhausted me), I took a bus from Inverness to Glasgow. The parts of the ride when I wasn't reading about flying shrapnel and limbs were beautiful. I have a few hundred photos from the last few days selections of which I will post later today when I manage to grab the transfer cable from my hostel room.

Oh, and a Happy Fathers' Day to any dads reading this.

*update*
I am in a much better mood after discovering an unsuspecting chinese buffet serving ommelettes for some reason; all I could eat only £7. Glasgow is partially vindicated now that I have eaten a large portion of it. I can't find my transfer cable at the moment but if this persists I will spring for another as they are cheaper than buying new memory cards.