Edinburgh

We arrived in Edinburgh on Sunday morning very jet lagged after not sleeping on the plane.  We took the city bus to Waverly Station and moseyed toward our hotel, stopping along the way to buy a UK phone.  The young man at the Vodaphone store was very helpful and placed the paperwork in a “wee envelope”…. I could listen to these people talk forever!!!  

Our hotel is lovely, we had a chat in the sitting room while waiting for housekeeping to finish readying our room.  Our host James brought us a pot of tea and took our bags up.  The rest was welcome but our day was slipping away.  After we unpacked we walked back up to Waverly station and caught an on and off bus tour to get a lay of the land.  We had dinner at Saigon Saigon, food was good … service was poor .. then back to the room where we collapsed into bed!  I had been up for 35 hours!

Robin in front of Adria House - our Edinburgh Hotel

View from our Adria House room - what a lovely garden!

We had booked a photography tour with James Christie, a local photographer, for Monday morning at 10:00.  We met at the monument on the top of Calton Hill, quite a strenuous walk.  The tour ran from 10:00 to 2:00, we were taken to some good locations and told how to make the shot….and given a bit of Edinburgh history as well.  James walked at a good clip and by 2:00 pm I was ready to collapse!  We met up with Ann Rod and Robert, our Journey Anatolia friends, had some cake, drove to the Britania and did a bit of site seeing, driving to the bridges over the Firth of Forth, before having dinner at a fish place.  Bed felt really good!

Tuesday was our last day in Edinburgh. We met up with Ann and Rod who drove us around Edinburgh to places we wouldn’t have otherwise seen; Dean Village on the waters of Leith.  Of course, we took pictures and ended up at the National Gallery of Modern Art where we had a bit of cake and coffee.  The day had been beautiful when we awoke but was raining when we came out of the museum.  Ann and Rod left for home in Dumfries and Robin and I donned our raingear and went to Edinburgh Castle.  Afterward we had dinner in a Kurdish restaurant.  I had pomegranate rice.  It was good but very tart, an interesting new taste experience, but one I wouldn’t necessarily repeat. 

 

Statue by Antony Ghormley