I wasn’t really in the mood for Scotland. To say the least, school here has stressed me out and by the time it came to the end of term, spending a week curled up in my doona was sounding pretty attractive. Despite my initial lack of enthusiasm, I packed my bags and headed off to Gatwick Airport to meet Pete and start our journey.
I had heard great things about Scotland, and in particular Edinburgh, so despite being weary, inside I was really looking forward to seeing it for myself. Upon arrival, we clambered on to a huge two story bus that was lit up with white and pink fluorescent lights and was scattered with backwards and forwards facing seats with tables in the middle of them.
By then it was 11pm at night, and I wasn’t too sure if I was in a bus, a nightclub or a mobile brothel. Luckily the journey was uneventful and in about 45 minutes we were in Edinburgh and safely checked into our hotel.
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