Bonnie Mountains

It just didn't seem right to leave Glasgow behind, what with all the exquisite pampering we had received at the hands of Shane's Great Aunt Agnus, but we all had flights to catch out of Edinburgh (or Manchester, in Shane's case) thus we parted ways with the fine city. Shane, Chris, and I made plans before leaving to return; the three of us having decided that Glasgow was just the sort of place we should be living. Our only really questionable experience was when Shane caused a rucus by wearing his shirt with a prominent Celtic logo into the place we stopped for lunch. The guy behind the bar pointed to the logo and told Shane, quite seriously, that he better cover it up or get out. We were concerned that we had inadvertantly run afoul of a Ranger's hooligan, and Shane discreetly put on his "jumper". Our meal was eaten in unease, but we weren't about to turn tail and run on account of some soccer-mad Scot.
It turns out, we learned later, that wearing logos or team colors of any kind into public places (outside of general markets and such) is typically forbidden to avoid any unwanted chicanery going down.

After our farewells to Glasgow, we returned by train to Edinburgh. Shane forgot his passport, and only realized it as we entered the station, and thus he had to return to East Kilbride and then meet back up with us later at Waverly. The timing worked out, and soon we were all reunited (Chris, Hetty, Shane, and myself) in Old Town, where we returned to the hostel Chris and I had used and made descreet use of their luggage room before setting out on the town again.

Having already seen much of the town and castle, we all agreed it would be more fun to walk down towards the coast and hike up the mountains known as Arthur's Seat in Holyrood Park. The day was especially windy, and more than once I feared for my life as we ascended to the peak which stands 250 meters (823 ft) above sea level. We have some grand photos, but most are one Shane's camera and so must be posted later.

After the mountain, we did some souvenier shopping and then parted ways, with Chris, Hetty, and I heading for the airport to fly back to Dublin. From Dublin we would spend two days in Glasgow, before returning (today) to fly home on the 23rd.