Hello Goodbye (and Bothwell Castle)

People are leaving.

Today was Maija's farewell party - she's leaving tomorrow at noon in her dad's car, and G's and Petra's as well - they will leave on Thursday. Maija experienced real physical pain in her stomach because of all this. Dunno about Petra and G - Petra has been ill since last Thursday, poor sweet girl, I just hope she gets back home safely with that nasty fever. G stays here for Rockness (a music festival on Loch Ness) and travels around, so she's has a lot to look forward to (like I do).
Anyway, I had to run home before I got sentimental. It's easier to say 'See you in Stockholm' than say 'Oooooh the five months is over!'. I try not to be overly sentimental about all this leaving and hugging for goodbyes. Some people might think it's coldhearted, like I didn't care at all, but actually, I know that if I had started crying there it might not have ended until I had drowned in a pool of tears (might be quite an eccentric way to die btw).
I have two modes - either sentimental, impulsive and whimsical, or harsh and sensible. Nothing in between. Or actually, sarcasm in between. But my sarcasm loses edge in English. I suck. I don't even try.

The past week has been sooooooo lazy. I've done three things worth mentioning: had pancakes with friends last Wednesday (that is worth mentioning 'cos they were awesome! Both the pancakes and the friends I, ehheheh), visited Bothwell Castle last Thursday (some more blaablaa on the trip below), and went to Coloursfest on Saturday (blaablaa in the previous post). And on Sunday I was in a coma.
Most of Monday I spent at Tchai Ovna tea room again with Maija, G, and Rachel (G's flatmate). At last I had the courage to try a tea variety called 'Fairie's Blood'. And that's exacty what the tea brought to my mind: thick, red liquid that tasted really bizarre.

Here's a pic from last Wednesday's pancake madness:

Such a beautiful day! Nutella and pancakes, aaaaaahhh!!

And here are a couple of pics from Bothwell:


A view of the Castle.


The Castle was meant to be much bigger but the building process got interrupted several times because of attacks.


The courtyard. There was a wedding coming and some ladies were decorating the place with plastic flowers.

Bothwell Castle is one of the unmissable attractions near Glasgow if you're a history freak - especially if you're interested in the 14th Century independence wars and stuff. The funny thing about the castle was that it was always under attack by either the English of Scots, always occupied by either party. It was, for example, used as a base for Edward I's control over Scotland in the 13th Century. The final stop to the fight over Bothwell came when Robert the Bruce of Scotland commanded one half of the castle to be torn down so that it couldn't be used as a military base by the English any longer. The castle passed down to the Douglases (apparently a very influential family in Scotland), who continued the building process that had come to a halt because of all the fighting, and constructed the castle to the state it remains today.


The oldest part.


The light was amazing.


Not much of the castle remains, except lots of loos! Here's one example...


...and here's another. That dark corridor leads to a latrine.


Poor pigeons!


I got pretty high.


The castle surroundings were especially nice. There was a huge old tree (puuuuuuparta!) just beside the oldest part of the castle. It might have witnessed every single attack :)


I took a walk along this nice leafy path near the castle. Birds were singing and the sun was shining.


The wall here was torn down by Robert the Bruce's men.


Haa! A path into the heart of the forest! A path to Totoro's cave!


On my way back to Uddingston (where I caught the bus) I walked along a nice forest track and saw peculiar trees such as this one.

The visit was really impressing and worthwhile, got quite similar vibes like at Raseborg Castle Ruins in Finland. I love ruined castles. So much cooler than the ones that have survived unaltered.

Anyway. Back to the farewell issue.

I have quite mixed feelings at the moment because at the same time I feel sad about all these people leaving, and happy about the fact that Lauri is coming here tomorrow and the road trip is drawing closer. And me and Lauri's Yorkshire trip is only two days away! So the sadness is just a temporary state. That's embarrassing somehow! I rather just keep quiet! All other people are shedding tears and I'm just thinking about the cool trips to come. They should have planned better ;) Naeh.
Hey people, the Stockholm Reunion meet is only a month away. Don't be so sad! The only thing you leave behind is Glasgow - the people will always be your friends (or a part of good memories at least), and the things and feelings you've experienced here have made you the person you are, for better or for worse! ;) So actually you've left nothing behind but carry it all with you back home. I don't know if that brings any comfort to some people here but for me it does.

Coloursfest Coma

Today (meaning Sunday, not Monday) I woke up at 15:20. I'm still in a sort of coma from last night - went to sleep at 7am, after jumping like a maniac to trance and techno sets all night. Why? One word: Coloursfest 2007!

I should have written this entry right after I got home from Braehead (the event was there) to convey all the energy and good vibes, but I was just way too dead for that. So I must try to boost up my energies now in the middle of Sunday/Monday night (my sleeping pattern is so messed, I know) and recall last night's vibes.

Coloursfest is an annual massive dance (or club, or rave, whatever you want to call it) event with six different arenas and loads of DJs, among them a few big names. Yesterday's line-up had names like Judge Jules, Ferry Corsten, Marco V and Guy Ornadel (plus Lisa Pin-Up on the hard trance field which I personally don't fancy that much). So a lot to look forward to!

The event started at 6pm and continued all night until 4am. I didn't bounce like a madman all that time, but almost ;) Thanks to Marco V and Judge Jules for my aching feet! Why did they have to play so good sets! Especially Marco V kicked ass, excellent tunes.


Marco V in charge!

Ah, what can I say. There were as many plusses as there were minuses. The event was massive in the Finnish scale but here just about average (10 000 clubbers). I had fun even though I was all alone - better alone than with company who don't appreciate the music (no pun intended). There were too many of those though. For Glaswegian girls the main point seems (seemed?) to be just to show up in the most ultimate hardcore clubwear you can find in stores, pose around, dance a bit but not too much to mess up the make up, take a few E's and enjoy the private trip. And for men, take out the hardcore clothes but add a couple of beers to enhance the out-of-this-world effect and to make them look and act like total idiots. Compared to Finland's club scene, THERE WERE FAR TOO MANY NEDS!!!! In Finnish I'd say that aivan liikaa kuosaajia ja känniääliöitä! And far too few people actually DANCING and not just drinking and posing and talking and shouting their stupid 'Play-play-play-the-fuckin-song!' anthem all the frigging time!

As for the drug factor - as we know, in UK nightlife ecstacy is almost as commonly used as alcohol. The good thing about E is the fact that it doesn't make people aggressive but instead transform them into happy all-loving fools. I didn't witness any fights last night, actually I've never witnessed any fights during the five years I've gone clubbing. However, yesterday I witnessed not only some spontaneous commonplace barfing but also a total ÖVERIT, what do they call that in English? Almost OD, overdose, a bit too high on a bit too shitty stuff. Mervi suggested 'shitfaced'. Anyway, I was dancing to Marco V at about 2am when suddenly a girl lurches past me with a college shirt over her head, trying to take it off, failing, stumbling and whirling around for a while. Then she fell on the ground and started swaying her head like a mental case. Luckily, people noticed immediately and took her to first aid. I've never seen anyone in such a state in Finnish parties. And I hope I won't come to see that.

Pics speak for..... yes, you have heard me say that million times. So here's a pic sampler from last night, again:


Not so crowded yet. This pic was taken around 10pm in the main arena.




...but it really got packed, as you can see!


I was there too!


The visuals were amazing.


There were some cool rides as well, with trance as background music of course ;) It was like a miniature Godskitchen Global Gathering where I was with Riikka in 2002.


I was at the main arena most of the tme, but made short excursions to the house/electro tent and hard trance arena. This is from Tidy - it was so humid inside the tent that water condensed on the ceiling and dripped on people. This was the place with the best atmosphere actually. All people just jumped to the music like complete nutters.


Cool visuals, again.


In this pic you can spot some skanky clubwear on girls.

As for clothing, I was going to wear my fluffy legwarmers as well, but decided to go in black military style trousers instead for safety's sake - I might have stood out from the crowd a bit too much with a mini skirt and fluffy legwarmers on my way home at 5am. Anyway, I should have worn those. As I got to the site I felt like a male, being one of the about 5 girls in 10 000 wearing long trousers. Believe it or not, 99% of the girls looked like this, with even more make up, fluff and UV paint all over their bodies - and I really appreciate all that effort, better so than in normal jeans! What's funny though is that most men were wearing just ordinary uncool clothes, pässinpökkimiä teepaitoja ja rumia farkkuja. Not even cool street wear like in Finland, but really ugly normal clothes.


Judge Jules in charge of the last 2 hours. Amazing, amazing, amazing.

Summa summarum, totally worth the 45 quid but the neds could have stayed at home. And Glaswegian clubbers should learn to dance.

Weird Dreams

I had like the weirdest dream ever.
It made no sense but I try to put the fragments together in some sensible order so that I can share my confusion with you.

SCENE #1: THE AIRPORT. The dream started at some Finnish airport assumedly, I was going home all alone. The airport was huuuuge, nothing like Helsinki-Vantaa, but more like three JFK's put together. I was waiting for my luggage when I suddenly saw some woman dragging my trolley very casually on an upper level. I panicked and yelled 'Hey! She just stole one of my bags!'. I ran like hell after her and tried to make it to the upper level but couldn't, all the escalators were headed down, not up... I felt sooo frustrated. And of course that was the bag with the coolest clothes.

SCENE #2. THE GARDEN. Then I remember being in some unidentifiable backgarden with my aunt Anne, my uncle Olli, and supposedly my family as well. I was telling them what it was like to be on exchange and mentioned something that surprised even myself in the dream - I was going on another exchange this autumn 'cos it was part of my degree.

SCENE #3: THE PERISHING DOG. The third scene was in some unknown shabby house, with ragged clothes and fabrics hanging everywhere. There were me, my mom and Lauri. And Cindy was suddenly there too, alive. As we know, dreams have different rules from the normal world, so it was sort of normal for dead people and animals to be reborn and die again after a while. Anyway, Cindy was there, withering and thin like a skeleton, probably close to dying again. In the dream I recalled another dream I had in February (so that was a dream within a dream, weird) where Cindy was shrinking and shrinking and in the end so tiny that she fell through the drain filter in our bathroom and disappeared forever.
Anyway, I got a brilliant idea and poured half a bottle of Salmiakki Koskenkorva (black salty liquorice vodka) into Cindy's mouth, wishing it would make her better :D But no, the booze just made her even sleepier (surprise), silmät vaan luppasi :( ...I panicked that she might die of the liquor, so we phoned the vet to come over. He came and assured me there was nothing to worry about, the dog is fine, and should she die of the booze, at least she'd die happily drunk.

SCENE #4: CRYING IN THE NIGHT. In the last scene the night had fallen, it was nearly pitch dark, and I tried to sleep in that shabby anonymous house but couldn't. I walked to the bed where Lauri was sleeping, woke him up and started crying that 'I cannot be here, I've got nothing to do here, I have nothing to cling to, why did I have to come here this early, why can't I be back in Glasgow!'

Then I woke up, glancing around suspiciously, wondering where the hell I am... and god, what a relief it was to realise I'm still here in Glasgow!

Dreams are so weird. At least this one didn't have much to do with reality 'cos:
a) I'm not going home alone but with Lauri and my parents after our tour
b) I have no intentions of going on another Erasmus exchange, I want to graduate asap (maybe a PhD abroad if I feel like pursuing an academic career, but that's not in near future)
c) we'll have a funeral for Cindy in July :(
d) I'm not all that distressed about going back home - of course it's reeeeally sad and depressing to say goodbye to people and Glasgow and this feeling and all this idleness, but... I've got a summer vacation waiting ;)

Still the dream left me with this gloomy and ominous feeling for the whole day.

Free as a Bird! Let's Make Tour Itineraries!

Today I had my first and last exam. It's over! Yay!! It's over! *jumping out of joy* I'm free! No more studying! No more do I have to feel bad about being lazy all day, now I can be As Lazy As I Wish!
I'm going to develop my idleness into a form of art during the coming months, because it will be my default mode for all summer. I won't work a single day. I will just lay in the sun and read the monstrous pile of books I've bought here. Ooooh, cannot wait! *a sunny smiley* I might be the only person here who doesn't actually feel that bad and sad about going back home, because I have the whole vacation waiting for me there. And Lauri and friends and family of course, that goes without saying.

And before that I have loads of fun to look forward to here in Scotland. On Wednesday next week Lauri is coming here. First two days in Glasgow, then on Friday 8th June off to York and Yorkshire Dales. The magic of Hadrian's Wall on the way there, the rollercoasters of Alton Towers on the way back, yippee! So there for three days, until Monday 11th.

Then, my parents are joining us on the following Wednesday, the 13th. First two days in Glasgow, again, and then on Friday the 15th off to Our Grand Tour of Scotland, starting from Glasgow, ending in Edinburgh, 9 days on the road in between! So Finland is calling on Sunday 24th June - mark that in your calendars ;)

For the better part of the last seven days I've acted as a tour organiser to the best of my ability. The itinerary for the trip has become quite clear by now (as we are four people, two of us parents, touring in June, we are just compelled to book accommodation in advance - my parents wouldn't certainly like spending the night under stars in the middle of nowhere - something me&Lauri could do in a really desperate situation). The touring schedule goes like this:

FRI 15.6. The trip starts. Glasgow ---> Bannockburn (1314 battlefields) -> Stirling (bridge & Wallace Monument) -> Kilchurn Castle -> drive through Loch Lomond ---> Night in Tarbert, Kintyre.

SAT 16.6. Day trip to Islay and Bruichladdich Distillery where the whisky cask 'Mr. Piispanen and friends' is located (Lauri is a co-owner :) ---> Night in Oban.

SUN 17.6. Day trip to Iona, the place where St. Columba formed his monastery back in 'the year of sausage and bread' (a Finnish saying, sounds pretty wicked translated btw! :D ). Night in Oban.

MON 18.6. Hiking around Glencoe. Driving northwest past the Five Sisters of Kintail mountain range for example... ---> Night in Portree, Isle of Skye.

TUE 19.6. Touring the Isle of Skye. Night in Portree.

WED 20.6. Touring and hiking on the Isle of Skye or in Torridon (quite nearby). Still in Portree for the night.

THU 21.6. Off to the picturesque Eilean Donan Castle -> to say hello to the Loch Ness Monster -> to wonder at the Urquhart Castle and to ---> Inverness, where we spend the night.

FRI 22.6. Driving southwards. Inverness -> Dunkeld and Birnam Wood (my dad's obsessions again, 'When Birnam wood march to Dunsinane'... - the final battle in Macbeth, Shakespeare) -> Scone Palace (the crowning palace of all Scottish Kings and the place where the famous crowning seat, the Stone of Scone, used to be located) -> to Glasgow to get my stuff from Anna-Riitta's place ---> night in Edinburgh.

SAT 23.6. Edinburgh, Edinburgh, Edinburgh... All of us except Lauri have seen the town so the day is basically reserved for unwinding, relaxing and shopping.

SUN 24.6. Finland calling... Bye bye Scotland! :( (but not for good!)


Dunno why I posted the itinerary here. Well, one reason. I think I won't be able to update my blog while we're there, so you can use this post to check where we're located on a given day ;)

Now gotta get a shower, I have to catch my friends on Ashton Lane, it's Sam's last night here. I'm ooooffffff......

Jumping and Thumping at The Arches! Yay!!

WOW MAN!!!

Just got back from Glasgow's renowned megaclub The Arches. All I can say is WOW. I've been jumping to thumping techno bass, funky progressive house and quirky electro all night, running between three areas inside the hot and humid club, smiling all the time like a maniac ^__^ Slam, Ricardo Villalobos, Damian Lazarus, Loco Dice and Wighnomy Brothers were in charge, don't know any of them, but a big hand to them for a great night out anyway! :D The main act and the only one I knew beforehand was Josh Wink, a legendary techno/electro/house DJ/artist (yes, DJ's are artists - not the ones playing some commercial shit at skanky nightclubs but the more professional ones). You might have heard Josh Wink's classic minimalistic techno hit 'Higher State of Consciousness', dunno when he made it, anyway a classic in the field of electronic music.


Josh Wink in charge!

Btw, those who are not familiar with electronic stuff (or those who don't know the different genres and subgenres and think it's only some annoying and pointless THUMM-THUMM-THUMM all the time), you may wish to educate yourself and check out this funny site: Ishkur's Guide to Electronic Music. Follow the link on that page and it'll take you to the guide. It's worthwhile and I bet you'll find some familiar songs there. Ishkur makes his opinion known and says loud and clear if he dislikes or likes some genre. So the website makes a hilarious read at least :)

Gosh, I'm being a teacher again! Willing to expand people's minds into unknown fields! :D God knows what will become of my future students under my influence...

Ok, enough off-topic. The Arches is soooo worth checking out if you're in Glasgow. They have different kinds of club nights to suit every taste - tomorrow there's R'n'B and hip hop I think, so disliking the THUMM-THUMM-THUMM is not an excuse for not visiting the place. They even have cheap student nights (I paid £20 for tonight, but only because there were big names playing).


One of the rooms, 'The Front Arches'.


Yay! The lights were decent as well - I missed some lasers though.

The club wasn't as huge as the Fabric in London (one of my fave clubs in the world), for example, but still bigger than any venue in Helsinki (except for the Cable Factory, but it doesn't host regular club nights). The place consisted of three different rooms or areas, whatever you wanna call them, plus two or three bars (I lost count). You were literally under the arches, like in the Cavern Club in Liverpool. The sound system was also good enough (although the floor wasn't a giant speaker like in Fabric ;)


I was there too!


One of the bars. £1.60 for a bottle of water, but free water after the bars were closed, so good all in all.


The last song was obviously 'Higher State of Consciousness' - as you can see, it brought people to a higher state of excitement as well!

Besides the awesome club and DJ sets I experienced Glasgow City Centre by Night. Believe it or not, I haven't made it to the city centre all spring. Just partied in someone's kitchens and at the QMU. Well, it's never too late. Especially the night bus turned out to be a funny and different experience from that in Helsinki. All the Glaswegians were so jovial and friendly, talking to each other and making funny jokes. I didn't understand any of them though, because a) I was still wearing my Double Ear Plug System (tm) - thanks to that, my ears are not ringing like hell now; and b) the working-class accent is still completely undecipherable. Anyway, no fighting or anything in the nightbus, but only happy (drunken) faces, nobody was sullen and silent like people always are in Helsinki. Absolutely Lovely! :) Now I know what they are talking about when they say Glaswegians are like one big family. The people were friendly also at The Arches. Lots of people struck up a conversation with me, asked me how I'm doing, where I'm from, and uttered in amazement, 'Wow, you're alone here?!'.


Crowds getting out of the club.

Again I took lots of cool videos to feed to you guys but unfortunately, thanks to Blogger's restrictions, I cannot add them here. I hope the pics here can convey at least half of the great atmosphere inside the club.

Sights, Botanics, Mountains, Parties and Shopping, aaaah, Shopping!

Hi y'all. Sorry for no updates for the last week - first, too busy with hosting Riikka, then, too lazy doing anything. And for the last two days, too busy organising me & Lauri's Yorkshire getaway (taking place in two weeks, actually! gosh!) and our and my parents' Grand Tour of Scotland in late June. So, been booking accommodation, studying maps, checking ferry timetables, etc. etc. All the while I should have been studying for my literature exam on Tuesday! I know, being a tour organiser has just been another method of escaping from the fact that I should be studying instead. You feel that you're doing something important (which you are, of course), and feel very occupied and busy, but still, by the end of the day, you've done nothing for the actual exam. Oh, well. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.

Here's an account of what me and Riikka were up to for the last three days she was here (last Friday, Saturday and Sunday). Heaps of pics, I know. Too lazy to write it all down. A pic is worth a thousand words.


FRIDAY 18.5.

The forecast had predicted rain for the whole weekend, but luckily enough, the forecasters got it wrong, again. The sun was shining until late afternoon. Then the showers came, but fortunately we were done with our wee sightseeing already by then.

First, like with all my guests, we walked through Kelvingrove Park to wonder at my Harry Potter University. It really is one of the coolest ones in Britain! I've seen those in Cambridge, none looked as cool, and I've seen Anna-Riitta's pics of some lame buildings in Oxford... naaeh. Not one of them looks as cool as Glasgow ;)


Riikka getting lost in University Main Building.

We also checked out the Charles Rennie Macintosh house, a replica of the house where the famous Glaswegian architect once lived. We were not allowed to take pictures. It was cool anyway. Not awe-inspiring or breathtaking or nothing like that, but let's say that you can't live in Glasgow for 5 months and not check out the Macintosh House which is Right in the Middle of Campus!

After that, a wee stroll to Ashton Lane to get a cup of hot chololate at The Lane.


Ashton Lane in full colour.


Don't we look nice eh?

We continued the tour of West End in Botanical Gardens. I dare mention this was my second visit there *blush* ...Such a nice place so near the Uni, why haven't I spent more time there? Maybe because Kelvingrove Park is even nearer... Anyway, the Gardens were full of blossoming flowers, soooo beautiful! :) See for yourself:


Entering the Botanical Gardens.


Got any nuts?






Lovely!




Whoever happens to know the name of this funky tree, please make us all a bit wiser and tell it.


Inside the greenhouses. Riikka is wondering at the size a palm tree can take. Huge!




The greenhouse was abounding with amazing flowers. I wonder how nature can create such things as this bluey thing or the red ones below, for example?



After the Botanical Gardens the sky started to pour nice wee drops of rain on us, so on a bus and off to the city centre to check bus timetables to Loch Lomond for the weekend, to nourish our bodies at Friday's, and to buy groceries at Sainsbury's. Nothing special happened - by the end of the day we were just too weary to do anything particular. Had to go to sleep early, because there was an early bus to catch on Saturday morning. Yes, we were going hiking, baby!


SATURDAY 19.5.

The forecast had predicted really, REALLY awful weather for both Saturday and Sunday, so we had decided on Friday evening to set the alarm clock for 7:30am, look out of the window, and then decide whether to go hiking or to sleep 3 more hours. Well, we woke up, looked out of the window, realised that the weather wasn't of the nicest kind for any outdoor activities, but mad as we are, we still decided to get up and hurry for Buchanan Bus Station to catch a bus to Arrochar. Which turned out to be the best decision after all.

Arrochar is situated by Loch Long, west of Loch Lomond, near a peak called 'The Cobbler' which we were planning to conquer. PLANNING to. Up there the winds were so high and the terrain so slippery that we left the top of the mountain for another visit. And not just that, but Riikka was wearing sneakers and jeans, definitely not the kind of equipment for tackling mountain tops. We got quite near, though, and the views were fantastic anyhow, so worth the 2-hour ascent!


The Cobbler is behind that mountain top. Getting to the place where the track uphill starts.


A waterfall on our way up.


SLUGGITY SLUG! 'Onko huomenna pouta?'


Getting higher. Notice my new hiking boots! It was good to break them in on this hike before the summer.


Aragorn aproaching...




More views on the way up.


And this is how near the top we got! Quite well done eh?


A virtual kiss to the lucky one managing to spot me in this pic!


A happy wanderer.


On the way down we saw some amazing scenery...


...and these blue flowers called 'kissankello' (a cat's bell) in Finnish... what is this called in English? Anyone?


I had to take this pic to preach a bit. That morning there were still two tents on this site, but by the time we got down the tents were gone. What was left was this appalling pile of shit. Please people, clean up after you when camping in nature! Thank you!

So, made it back to the village of Arrochar just in time to have some light lunch and run for the bus (which we almost missed: ran on side of the street waiving like maniacs - and thank god the bus stopped and waited for us, because it would've been a 4-hour wait for the next one!).

In the evening there was a farewell party at Sam & Harry's place to one of my friends, Eva, who left back for Norway on Monday :( It was meant to be just our group of friends, but like all parties do here, also this one expanded because word spread, and there were people I had never even seen. Good for Riikka, she was as new to some people as I was :P


G and Antoine. Smile!


Maija, Petra, G and me (note my awful double chin, the result of Thorntons chocolaterie).


Sam had decided to give Eva the T-shirt of his brother's band, which we all signed, making her happier than ever *sob*

There was a pic of Riikka as well, but I forgot to edit that one in Photoshop, so I'll add it here later.


SUNDAY 20.5.

Shopping all day in the city centre. The usual: I got like four sacks of clothes and books, and Riikka got none. But what can a hopeless travel freak do if there's this amazing offer at Borders that you buy one guide book, and get another one half price?! Olen parantumaton. Got Lonely Planet Vienna and Stockholm (yay! waiting for the reunion meet!). And two for Yorkshire Dales. And loads of cheap jewellery and bric-a-bracs. And a pair of cool Primark's 'quality' trousers that will probably break apart in 2 months. Riikka even had to carry one of my bags back home:



In the evening, Indian food at the Wee Curry Shop. Nice, again, even though there was a slight confusion in the air when Riikka's raita turned out to be riata, which was, instead of a small yoghurt-based dip, a huge lettu (pancake). Oh, well. Not so familiar with Indian stuff yet. Luckily they didn't charge us for that.


At the Wee Curry Shop. Got that headband at Primark for £1. Like it.

Ok, that was our wee holiday, in brief. It was nice to have Riikka here, once again I got to see the touristic side of my home town and Edinburgh as well. Anyway, too tired to keep on blathering or to write anything wise now. Gotta get some sleep - 'cos tomorrow, I have to STUDY, BIG TIME!