My second favorite was when Christine and I rented bikes and rode down the canal (which Christine sometimes pronounced as "anal" with a "kuh" sound in front. I giggled.) It was AMAZING, and we got so many fantastic pictures (my profile pic right now is from there). The only bad thing is that my entire crotchal region was MISERABLE the next day and I couldn't even ride the bike to the shop to drop it off. I don't know what I did wrong, but it was obviously something extreme. I mean, it still hurts.
Our first morning is the picture I put in up here (I'm pointing at it just so you know). We agreed to get up early, which wasn't hard because I was still on work sleep schedule and kept waking up at effing half four in the morning!!! It was pretty cold, but we went up on castle hill and Christine did some drawing while I wrote. A seagull almost pecked out her eyes, and eventually we headed back to the hotel for breakfast at 8. Their breakfasts were totally kick ass! I ate until I couldn't move anymore, and the food in Scotland is better than here in my opinion.
There was this guy who worked at the hotel where we stayed, and Christine and I figured he was the manager. Anyway, he let us keep our bikes IN the hotel overnight, which I thought was super nice. When he walked us in there, I asked him if they had a piano. I had seen a picture of one on the website, and I hadn't played since Christmas. He told me it was in the bar and I was welcome to play it, but when it came down to it, I was too shy. There were a bunch of people there, and I had no music, or else I totem mcscrotum would have. Funnily enough, we went upstairs, got dressed up, came back down, and I played then. I had my single malt whiskey, and I was good to go. No, really it was because by then, there wasn't really anyone at the bar. I was just messing around since I couldn't really remember anything, but Christine told me it was amazing. I wanted to believe her, I really did, so I just smiled and said thanks.
It was so beautiful there though!!!! It was exactly how I had pictured it, and no place is that way. Still, there were alot of times when I thought that it really could be Indiana. I mean, if I didn't know I was in Scotland, and someone told me I was back home, I wouldn't have thought twice of it. That was why it was so hard to leave I think. Plus, the day we left it was Liv's birthday and I was pretty upset I couldn't be there.
There is one thing that I'm saving for the finale though. The most interesting thing that happened was at the airport on the way to Inverness. Christine was trying to dance on some random man's luggage, and he got really pissed and pushed her so she tripped on it instead. BOOM.