San Francisco's Red-Headed Cousin

I love Edinburgh. My bus pulled in at 7:30 and despite around 4 hours of upright sleep the sight of the city was exciting enough to give me the energy to climb the tallest thing I could see, Arthur's Seat. Everywhere I look are castles, hills, statues, and pretty snails for some reason. The city is set on a blue bay, dotted with towers, turrets, and green trees.

After descending, I made my way to the Scottish breakfast place recommended by the hostel desk guy. There I consumed my weight in eggs, haggis, ham, toast, beans (served separately). Phenomenal. As I was strolling around the streets I passed a cemetary with a sign saying David Hume is buried there, so I popped in. His tomb was set into a tower with an open metal gate, and inside were two considerably drunk scottish guys probably in the middle of a (minor) drug deal/lunch. They mumbled something at me in a friendly tone so I took a picture and backed out slowly. I cannot for the life of me understand 68% of what scottish people say to me.

Right now I'm running errands trying to get my finances and travel plans set for the next few days. Tomorrow I catch a morning train to Fort William in the Highlands.