Scotland!

Travelling with Heather is like a walk in the park. She's a veteran. She knows what she's doing, she's been around the world, she could probobly do this in her sleep. I feel no need to check the map or double check airport locations, because I assume Heather has it under control. And there we have it. That little fatal word. Assume.

Since we took off to London Monday morning, things have been in our favor. Timot, Heather and I spent an incredible day in London, caught our bus no problem, made great time to Glasgow, and found Crystal's house with ease. The day was spent relaxing with Heather's cousin and her son Milo, exploring the sketchy areas of town, and then sitting back and having a pint/the best hot chocolate in the world on a cute little cobblestone road. We were home on time for a fantastic dinner of salmon, rice, and broccoli, then kicked back to watch a movie. I slept like a log.

We woke up on time, had some breakfast, and headed out the door right on schedule. You couldn't ask for a smoother transition from home to bus to airport. Once at the Glasgow airport, I thought I'd be extra safe and ask some lady which terminal Ryan Air flew out of. To which she responded with a very casual " Oh- Ryan Air doesn't fly from this airport".
Shit.

Who knew Glasgow had two airports?! From there things got interesting. We booked it to the nearest bus, caught that to the train station, waited 25 minutes for the train, than crossed our fingers and hoped like hell the train would get us there on time. It was a 40 minute train ride. ( Which we were given for FREE-- and we are still not sure why, but we figured we better not ask any questions). This entire time, Heather is finding the situation incredibly funny- and I am wondering why on earth the airport claims it is in Glasgow, when we were clearly not IN Glasgow. But, I am happy to say the train ride was beautiful, we made it there, and with time to spare. The best part is that the flight was only 20 minutes long! It took us longer to walk to the bus station that morning! Ridiculous.

But anyways, we are in Belfast, and it has been a fantastic day. We wandered all over the place for a solid 4 hours, made it back to our hostel by around 8, and cooked ourselves a mean chicken alfredo dish. We also met two very entertaining Canadians, who added a lot to the general hostel atmosphere. This hostel is fantastic.

Tomorrow we do a tour that takes us up into the hills. I can't wait! Heather is already in bed, but I was unaware of the time and had a coffee at about 10:30. Woops.

Travelling is fun.