Day 7: September 21, 2024 (from Edinburgh to Oban)
(By Joel, Mila and Amelia)
Wake up, pack, clean the apartment and be down in the lobby at 10 past 10. That’s how our day started.
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Frau Hänggi led the way rather quickly to the train station but of course stopped at every red light. (That’s how you spot the tourists) On our way we saw a lot of dogs while having to make sure Rea wouldn’t step on them, but the dogs weren’t the only fluffy thing following us...
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Frau Hänggi led the way rather quickly to the train station but of course stopped at every red light. (That’s how you spot the tourists) On our way we saw a lot of dogs while having to make sure Rea wouldn’t step on them, but the dogs weren’t the only fluffy thing following us...
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Here’s a list of some questions you might want to answer yourself:
* How many species of seaweed exist in Scotland?
* What color are Scottish squirrels?
* Why was the moon so red in the evening of September 19th?
We arrived in Oban, where it was rather sunny and started our march to the hostel. Walking alongside pretty English people devouring their fish and chips on one side and topless Scottish men in their 40s throwing hooks into the water on the other, we really couldn’t wish for more from the British.
Arriving at the hostel we were greeted by a big blue towel tower and a strict nonsmoking policy on the premises.
After a quick 2-and-a-half-hour break, we had reservations at an Indian Restaurant, where the menu got us quite confused. Waiting for the food made us look for our waists, however, it was a long search. But, in the end, the Taj Mahal staff rewarded us with delicious food sending us into a deep slumber. Some of us resisted the slumber and just ate more. As we are writing this, we are sitting comfortably in the antique (once) smoking lounge of the youth hostel thinking of how to end this summary.
Arriving at the hostel we were greeted by a big blue towel tower and a strict nonsmoking policy on the premises.
After a quick 2-and-a-half-hour break, we had reservations at an Indian Restaurant, where the menu got us quite confused. Waiting for the food made us look for our waists, however, it was a long search. But, in the end, the Taj Mahal staff rewarded us with delicious food sending us into a deep slumber. Some of us resisted the slumber and just ate more. As we are writing this, we are sitting comfortably in the antique (once) smoking lounge of the youth hostel thinking of how to end this summary.
Goodbye.
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