New year’s day, and Chris is actually downstairs already, waiting in line for his 2 slices of wonder bread. I’m half dead, and by the time I get down there, Chris has new friends. Two cute Aussie girls this time (Kelly and Suzanne). Chris must definitely be feeling better than I am.
We tour Edinburgh Castle, visit the Elephant House once more, and actually didn’t do anything crazy that day.
Next day we head out, and I am grateful that I don’t have to suffer through the sliced breads anymore.
We buy tickets, re-assess our time left in Scotland, and decide instead of Skye, we’ll do a run in with Nessie the Monster up in Loch Ness. To Inverness then!
4 hours into the train ride, and quite suddenly, like that feeling you get that you shouldn’t have eaten something but you did anyways, I’m suffering from chills, cold feet and a slight fever. Prognosis: Ken is hungry.
Inverness shows up on the radar and we head over to Inverness Student Hotel (a 2.5 mile walk). It’s a very cool place, straight out of an MTV Real World episode (Chris also agrees). I pop some Airborne just to be safe and we head out to grab Chinese fastfood. That was some tasty fastfood. And that would be the only meal we would have for the next two days.
That night, my prognosis changed from hunger to… the flu. The 2×4 piece of wood slammed to your face kind of flu; unexpected, sudden and downright ugly. Chris had it too. We were wrecked.
I had nightmares, every hour, for the next 48 hours. I would be stuck in my bed all this time, reduced to my saltine crackers and fizzled out soda.
So, Inverness was great, from what I could see outside of my window. 2 days later, we’re back in Edinburgh, still sick as dogs. I’ve used up my emergency stash of cold meds (coughing every 30 seconds is not fun, or conducive to friendly relations).
And this is where those cheap ass tickets we bought came around to haunt us. Our plane lands back in Atlanta, GA but causes us to miss our connection flight. We’re bumped to a straight flight to LA (instead of Atlanta to Vegas to LA), after only waiting for 2 hours, but our luggages wouldn’t meet us there. No, it wasn’t fun. Our plane was in taxi mode for an hour before finally taking off. On top of that, they didn’t serve any snacks, or drinks for that matter.
We’re back, finally. That was some adventure, and I’d sure do it all again.