Edinburgh is quite the majestic city, in that it really demands a sense of awe and then some more, with extra heaps of charm, character, and fashionably well dressed and good looking women. It’s rooted in tradition and slow to change yet knows how to throw a party, a festival and more.
St. Christopher’s Inn was our base of operation, and we sure picked the right hostel. It’s situated right in the middle of the city, which means, if you ever get totally drunk, it’s not such a pain getting to your hostel at 4 in the morning. Unfortunately, given the rooms we had (located 2nd to the top floor), if you were mighty drunk, you’d have to suffer the six flights of painful, agonizing stairs.
Fortunately, St. Christopher’s is right on top of Belushi’s Bar. In fact, they share the same hallway.
We check into the hostel that is way overbooked, that we wouldn’t get our rooms until 3 p.m. The bad news, it’s only 11:30 a.m. The good news, we have a bit of energy left in us to go exploring and pass the time until check in.
After checking in and stowing away our luggage in the luggage room (packed to the brim I might add) we head out and took a gander around the city. We stop for some pub food over at Ensign Ewart for my first Scottish Pie. It was good. Or maybe, just the jet lagged driven hunger making the taste decision. Either way, no complaints.
Afterwards, we do more walking… or attempt to. Hitting Prince St. through King’s Stables Rd. and down Market St. through Royal Mile, I was convinced that was one of the worst decisions I’ve ever made. Stomach cramps have set it, and a delirious cloud hung over my eyes as jet lag began to set in.
We return to the hostel, settle in, and I decide to take a power nap. This would invariably be, the second worst decision I’ve ever made. Chris doesn’t know this, and soon follow suite to the power nap…
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