The Truffle Is, Like, Totally Undervalued

The city was lovely, the train ride down excellent. But the ride back, complete with canceled train, un-honored seat bookings (we had a table booked but all of us ended up standing for the first 1/3 of the ride back and I myself didn't have a seat until Luechars), excessively rude passengers, First Travel employees and a morbidly obese woman who did nothing but shout at or cram junkfood down the gullets of her nice but poorly behaved children (seriously, when they got off at Aberdeen her three year old son fell into the gap and she didn't even notice at all: Whiskey Tango Foxtrot). Suffice to say the ride back was simmer stew of ire and rage seasoned with a jaded hatred of my fellow man. Thanks a lot fuckers, I mean, if I had had my seat to give up I probably would have stood anyway just so the very pregnant woman would have been able to. /vitriol

Like I said the city was gorgeous, it sprinkled rain off and on but it wasn't so bad really. We caught the Dynamic Earth exhibit which was a lot of flash and could have used some more content (but still very very cool), the castle and the folks did some shopping on the mile. I also got a taste of Sar's delicious bacon, brie and cranberry sandwich (which was apparently what I had wanted but didn't know). It's blustery today with dangerously wet looking clouds so: a day for laundry and recuperation. Tomorrow the Scottish boat festival and on Sunday the archeolink(sp?) a living history event... thingy just south of town.

Guardian, originally uploaded by toosuto.