Another Day, Another City

Today began rather leisurely: I think I woke close to 7:30AM. With no worries about our schedule (our train doesn’t depart until 11:45 and checkout is 11:00) we were in no rush.

I started my packing before we headed to breakfast, as I tend to like getting things done on the early side. Then we went upstairs to the breakfast room. Oops! Our second night didn’t include breakfast. (We booked the two nights separately since we added the first night after booking the second … I think I mentioned that earlier?) No way did we want to pay nearly £15 per person for breakfast. We don’t eat enough to make that worth our while at this point. (We are attempting to now cut back on our food intake since we aren’t on the walk.) So rather than pay £30 for our morning meals we headed outside to find a place to eat. Guess what? Cafes and the like don’t open until 9:30 or 10:00! Say what? But a chain similar to Starbucks, Cafe Nero, was open so we went there. Our two breakfasts came to less than £15. Yep, I think we made the right choice. We also got a good idea of what the walk to the train station would be like and it looks quite doable … a gently downhill that might take all of 10 minutes or so.

Walking to the station we saw a lot of young people holding clipboards. I didn’t see them speaking with anyone so I’m unsure what they were doing.

We arrived at the train station early. My kind of arrival time! The thing is, with a train, it simply won’t leave any earlier than the time stated on the ticket, so getting there early doesn’t exactly do much … except keep me calm … and that’s a good thing.

Goodbye Stirling!

The train ride was about 30 minutes. I only took a few photos, as it wasn’t easy to capture anything. This one will have to do.

We arrived at our destination … Glasgow! After exiting the familiar station (funny to think we were here about two weeks ago) we walked to our hotel since it was rather close. Our room is nice, large, and airy. Only thing missing (again!) is a luggage stand. Ah well. No big deal.

The view from our 8th floor window.

We sat around a bit, charging up things that had low charges and all, and then went out to wander and then find lunch.

We ate at a place that I suspect is like eating at some chain restaurant in our corner of earth. Nothing remarkable, but it was food.

Once again it was wandering time.

See a familiar logo above?
I think I heard something about this statue with a cone head. Might have been on a traveling show we watch.

We wound up at the GOMA (Gallery of Modern Art). It’s not a huge place, so we were able to see it all before they closed.

From there we went back to the hotel. Both of us are weary. We puzzled over that, but as I reminded Dan, on our last trip we did take a siesta every day. Granted, we had no choice: it was too hot to go outside! But I think a rest hour is just a necessary thing for us.

Dinner followed. I had looked up “best pubs in Glasgow” and then checked to see what was a decent walk. Drum & Monkey came up, and it looked fine. So that’s what it was! We walked there, and the menu was online (which is how lunch worked as well) and we were to order via the app. Except it didn’t have things that were on the menu. Hm. So Dan went and ordered at the counter in typical pub fashion. I had a very yummy chicken pie and Dan, for the second time, braved haggis. I think he “cheats” a bit though, since he has had it both times in chicken. Still, he seems to enjoy it. I’m just not interested!

And then it was a short walk back to the hotel.

(No, this isn’t the hotel. I just liked the light on the church.)

I’m not sure what we’ll do tomorrow … we tend to wing it a lot. Maybe we’ll visit the cathedral. Maybe we’ll just walk a lot. We’ll see!

Hello, UK!

After our long sit in the Frankfurt lounge, we headed to Glasgow via Lufthansa. Easy flight. More food.


We went through customs. I managed to do the wrong thing on the scanner — I think I scanned the wrong page of my passport! — and had to see a person instead. He asked me where I came from. I said California. Heh. Then he said, “No, where did you just fly in from?” Oh. Right. Frankfurt! Old Brain!

From there it was collection luggage time. I think our bags were maybe the 2nd and 3rd out! Dan didn’t recognize his but thankfully I said, “But isn’t that yours?” and he quickly went after it.

Our hotel (Holiday Inn) is directly across the street from the airport. As in about a three minute walk, max. So we are now in our room and we will see how we sleep tonight. It does feel like it’s night to me, although not quite 11:55, as the clock says. We have, um, quite the view … of a parking garage!

Tomorrow onward to Oban!