Cheers for that

Today we went to more free Scottish museums. Although these were less impressive than yesterday’s.

We went to the insanely creepy People’s museum, which basically described the people of Scotland, starting in the 19^th Century. Why was it creepy? you ask. Well instead of having normal exhibitions, like, this was Jane’s brush, and John’s bath tub, and Jack’s bucket. They decided to dress mannequins up in whatever fashion of the day happened to be in-style. You just walked room to room staring at these slightly lifelike, but not lifelike enough, creatures “learning” about them. Then you reach another room to stare at a Scottish police man, WHO MOVES. Scared the poo out of me. It turned out ok though, because he actually was real. Although why he was sitting so stilly in the first place, I’ll never know.

We went to the writer’s museum. A nice little museum about Edinburgh’s three favorite people/the only people that were slightly well known from Edinburgh. Robert Burns (poet?), Walter Scott (poet?) Robert Louis Stevenson (Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde Treasure Island (Thank you Muppets!))

We also went to the Edinburgh museum, which really by this point was just overkill. I’m sure that’s why my writing is so sarcastic. So. Many. Museums. But at least they were free. And at least we had more pie…and fudge.

So since we were not enjoying ourselves to the fullest (as one should in such a lovely town) I decided to take us to the back to the botanical gardens because it was a lovely day, and we loved it so much. So I start us off (using the BAD MAP) and we get slightly lost. Lost isn’t really the right word, we just weren’t where we wanted to be, I knew where we were. We find a different park, and watch crazy people dump loads of bread out for the swans/seagulls/ducks/pigeons to eat. We get up to go, MAYBE find the gardens and it starts POURING. So we run. Into the botanical gardens. It was pretty lucky that we found shelter so quickly because the rain didn’t have a chance to soak through to the marrow of our bones. Neither of us have been in rain like that, it was like it was hailing, only it was water. So much water.

Being the clever person I am, I decided we should try and take the tour bus back to the hotel, despite the fact that our tickets expired some days ago. And yay! It worked! Of course, it had stopped raining by that point….