I had no idea I was staying during the largest outdoor festival in the UK, yet it is true, check it out.
This building was old, very few outlets, only one in our room so it was full. No power strips either. This was frustrating as most travelers have 3 things they need charged.
It had happened before so you just had to find the correct adapter and take your phone, iPad, battery with you for bfest.
My hostel was next to a pub, restaurant who served basic meals. Eggs, bacon, burgers, chicken options. Nothing too hard or fancy.
Today I got a beer with my meal, figured why not. It was in between time, not early yet not noon.
I was beginning to enjoy an afternoon coffee anyway. Plus free, good coffee here, just tell them you are staying at the hostel. Got a % off food too. Score
It was lightly raining so I wasn’t going anywhere for a while. And my phone needed charging, I was a prisoner to technology, electricity.
Rugby on the telly here, previous nights highlights from across the nation, UK.
Soon enough my phone was charged and I had an idea where I was, where to go and what to see.
Just up the hill, up 1 of the many hills in Edinburgh, was High Street.
All along High St and others in the heart of the city, were street performers from all across the UK, hell the world!
You could go into clubs all over the city and pay to see magicians, comedians, anything people could perform.
There was also many street performers, some by themselves, others had up to 10 people in their dance troupes.
Most of High St was blocked off to cars, making walking much safer, easier.
The crowds were huge, it was hard to get a good view of some performers. Due to the quantity of performers, this didn’t matter. Just walk a bit and there would be another performer just starting up.
I walked down the street, passed all sorts of shops, pubs, and food joints until I wound up at a very modern, odd building.
Oh my, Scottish Parliament! This was quite a different style of gov building, Check it out!
I just circled back, taking the same street back to my neighbourhood.
I saw a balancer, well a guy balancing, like I’ve never seen. He was on a ball, changing boards, adding more layers of balance. Unbelievable guy, wow.
Humans and their bodies, their talents can do so many amazing things and I saw a lot on display along the road ahead.
Now this wasn’t free, well it was but you are encouraged to tip, drop a bill in the hat. Thing is why there are 1£ coins so they would comment about how ‘that one didn’t sound like a quid!’
The other joke was when it came time to ask for tips, performers work for tips, give me tips, they always said that ‘if you’re from the States, America, tip 10-20£.’
I’d say most acts had 5-ish actual min of show, the rest of their time was trying to get more people out, jokes, pitches asking for money, just general stalling for the big finish, the denouement.
The show was over with a big flourish! This was the time I saw a big guy stand on a board with nails facing the performers chest. “It’s never been done before!” Next show is tomorrow at 1, 3, 5…
Man it was cool out, even during the day. I needed a hoodie in August!
It took some time but I found the one road that lead to low street, or the one beneath High St. You can’t have a High St without a low road. haha
Down down down the steep street.
I was en route to BrewDog, which is a Scottish brewery. I’d been to one of their brewpubs in Barcelona a couple of months ago, so I knew the beer was great.
The pub I was at wasn’t their HQ or their 1st pub, but it was the 2nd one they opened. They had a lot in the UK and EU.
It was wooden and had art on the wall. They only served pizza, pretzels as they only had an oven here. It was a tiny kitchen, big seating area type place.
Plenty of taps though. Always plenty of taps here.
I picked one of their pub only brews, Hello, My Name is Ingrid, an IPA. It was a nice beer and the bartender and I laughed when I ordered it. I think that was why they named it so ridiculously.
Turns out the bartender is also an American, going to school here and working at the pub during the summer. Quite the life!
Pizza after pizza came out of a very narrow kitchen area. It looked like they could only cook 1 at a time, so they would set one up while another was baking. Repeat all day.
It was soon time to keep moving, can’t sit in a pub all day especially when it wasn’t raining.
Edinburgh was very pretty city to walk through. Cobblestone streets, old buildings, interesting shops all over. I didn’t see many chains, it all seemed local.
After mounting the hill to High St, I passed by an interesting joint, Piemaker. You name it they had it in baked in dough.
This was my first haggis encounter in country as they had a haggis roll, but were sold out at the moment.
There were also traditional English meat pies, lamb pies and mac and cheese pie, what?!
About 1-2£ per roll and they were big. 2 is plenty to tide you over for a few hours. Tasty and flaky rolls you can eat there standing at a small table, no chairs here.
I was instantly revived and ready to walk more! I turned the other direction down High St, away from city centre.
It started out cool but soon with pubs, a shoemaker, tailor but then lead to clothing shops, betting agencies, nothing cool.
By now I was checking my phone for weather info. Always important to check the forecast before heading out walking for the day. Especially the UK, storms popped up suddenly and it was cloudy out.
But then it is usually cloudy out in Scotland as I’d find out. I’m pretty sure it was in Scotland I began to wear my raincoat daily.
I didn’t want to risk it so I turned and headed back to the hostel. I was in a steep part of town, there were stairs everywhere.
I almost made it to my place before it rained. Most of the walk was covered so I didn’t get too wet.
It looked like a local futbol match was on, so a pint and footy night it had become.
Had a couple pints while it rained on and off. Saw some locals strolling down the street and a lot of people with luggage. Many rolling cases came down this road since the railway station was basically across the street.
Which makes me wonder if its more correct to say its catty corner to the hostel or kitty corner to the hostel. I’ve heard both at various times, so I presume it’s a regional thing or I’m hearing it all wrong.
The railway was about a block down and across the street from the hostel is what I’m trying to say. Lots of luggage and people watching as cars and black taxis dropped people off to far away lands.
I had some light conversation with a group of people about to go out clubbing. They had to take a taxi there. I’ve never been a thumping bass and drums man though I kept them entertained while they waited for a car.
My cousins from TX called me, so I talked to them for a while. They are cool guys, always nice to talk to family on the road. I told them where I was and where I had been.
I had 1 last pint and watched the rain before retiring for the night.
Song: Travis All I Want to Do is Rock
Beer: Red MacGregor