if u need translation, that reads "yes boys and girls, here we are in glasgow" :P
travelling light this time, very good, coz i din bring my travel diary and now i cant find the 1st piece of paperful of my scribled handwriting...
anyway, good luck with ur finals june! chonghwarians rulez~ XD
then, somehow almost everyone who are closest to me msn-ed me today... so that's wot happen if i online whole day at school ha? sorry if there was a lack of reaction, i betul-betul half mati after 3pm XP love u ppl :)
juz got home from the north late last nite, and juz back from 1st day at work, and c'mon this is suppose to be a travel post ="= but i'm so tired right now... let me go take a shower 1st... XP
back~ oh, here's de piece of paper. lets start then~
disclaimer 1: i'll skid thru part of the trip like pebbles skidding on the mildly wavey surface of Loch Ness. objections? no? okej~ XD
disclaimer 2: some insisted that we should be in the picture, so i myself will appear quite frequently this time around. pls dun say i zi4 lian4... XP
hooiching jiejie came to see us off, so gandong~~~ she decided tht it's good to leave some evidence of how light we were travelling.
the thing about travelling to english speaking countries is that inevitable home coming feeling... geez, i am suddenly capable of eavesdropping without focusing all my radar to one single piece of conversation~
the first person we talked to after getting pass the UK custom gave us a short ride on his empty bus so that we dont have to cross the bridge to get to the other side of the road. wot a wonderful first impression the heavily accented scottsman made ^^
de first thing that caught my attention on our way to fergiecity-glasgow from prestwick airport was that 满天满地的 daffodil :D they do bloom slightly earlier than sweden :) pictures of them coming later in the posts~ otherwise, everything was quite england-like, which really shall be expected :P
we decided to walk to our hostel from buchanan bus station, which took us thru de pedestrian walk on sauchiehall st. which only has one door left open for business at that time of the day. we went in the door that belongs to sainsbury, a franchais supermarket to get our 1st meal in the tartan and kilt land~
hello glasgow, buchanan bus station at dusk.
sauchiehall pedestrian st.
our dinner, chocolate pain for yean, banana muffin for me, and strawberry triffle for both~ 2 pounds all together~ cheap and delicious if not nutritious, compared with sweden ^^
the man (also with a heavy scottish accent) who came and made us take a pic of him during our dinner XD
as we marched on with our belly full, we found that sauchiehall is a happening st full of shops and restaurants and pubs and bustling with ppl and traffik.
one thing that yean almost immediately noticed about glasgow is the concentration of guards and security cemeras. even in tiny takeaways and supermarkets that lines at either side of the busy street. and couple that with the fact that we arrived on friday night, when glasgow is saturated with drunks, both local and foreign, which include one of our fellow flightmate who announced that he was there to "bara dryka" or "just drink" for the weekend. now, imagine the glasgow we saw, aint it wonderful? ^^
i later saw a man lying at the corner of the street, head covered in blood, and using all his might to push off his mate who was trying to help him stop the bleeding with a role of kitchen paper... shhh... dun tell yean...
as we strolled down sauchiehall street taking in all these, the night crept slowly pass. we arrived at our hostel around 9.30, welcomed by a role of dutiful scotch whiskies taking watch at the foyer XD see ur glenfiddichessss, dad?
that's yean checking us in. and there we shared our 1st nite in bag pipe land with two german young ladies who was also going to hunt poor nessie.
good nite glasgow.... yawn~~~
that's de appetizer today, prepare for tones of pictures coming from the medieval wonder in de name of edinburgh ^^
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You have to express more your opinion to attract more readers, because just a video or plain text without any personal approach is not that valuable. But it is just form my point of view
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