day 11.5 - march 27, 2009

A day full of travel and not much else.

I really hate the ends of trips. The beginning is always the best because you're RIGHT AT THE START and who knows how much fun you could have? The middle is good too, because you can think about what you've already seen and done and wonder at what's to come. But the end? The end means IT'S OVER. You have to go home and unpack your suitcase (which is the worst) and look at your pictures and try to impart upon friends and loved ones the fantastic time you had. Which is next to impossible. The only good part about the end is that you've had all these great experiences and have amassed a slew of pictures (an enormous slew when you travel with kp) so you can look back on them and play the "remember when?" game.

HEY! KP!

Remember when we got to hang out with our old pal B in Ireland?

Remember when you thought all the apartments for rent in Dublin were public toilets?


Remember when we spent St. Patrick's Day in Dublin?

Remember when we went to a place called Dingle?


Remember when you took a picture of a dog mid-piss?


Remember when we ate the most delicious hot chips?


Remember when you took too many pictures of me sleeping?


Remember when we met up with Tori in Edinburgh?


Remember when we knocked on the door of Edinburgh Castle and someone answered?


Remember when we fell in love with the Scottish Highlands...
...and also a wee bit with our tour guide?


Remember when we narrowly escaped hypothermia after swimming in Loch Ness?


Remember when we drank the water from this spring?


Remember when we got really drunk on heather beer in Inverness?


Remember when you finally fulfilled your life-long dream of getting a real Scotsman to recite your favourite lines from "So I Married an Axe Murderer"?


Remember when we met Hamish?


Remember when we went to London?


Remember when we had the best time?
Thanks, kp, for making every moment fun.
Let's make this the first trip of many.
What do you say?