Yesterday, we had to leave Frances Gardiner House/Hell. Was not a particularly sad moment, mainly just irritating. Packing up and moving two blocks is a little bit ridiculous.
To celebrate our prison break, we had one last night at our neighborhood pub. It was pretty awesome. We drank too much, but it was a nice goodbye to our pub and its denizens. They'll miss us, I can tell. In the aftermath of our last night of pubbing, we've declared a moratorium on drinking until Ireland (Tuesday). It's necessary.
So, Clink is the worst of all possible hostels. Actually, that's wrong. It's not worse than the bottles of urine in Paris. But still, pretty bad. It's inexplicably depressing, the staff is awful, and breakfast was corn flakes (This is England!!! Where are my baked beans and sausage?!?!).
The trip was not terrible, four hours is a long time to be on a train, tired and cranky. We spent most of our time trying to understand the accents nearby and realizing that we were totally in trouble.
Edinburgh is amazing. It's absolutely gorgeous and the people are way nicer than Brits. We showed up in the middle of Fringe Fest, which made the walking to our hostel really kinda awful. We're in this renovated church hostel which is about as different from Clink as possible. I'm looking forward to spending some time here and a little bit unclear as to why I spent so much time in London (where they hate us).
Okay, I need to eat. Cheers!
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