Traveling with a Lisa Gags order.
As Edinburgh is only a 45 minute train ride from Glasgow, we Glaswent there for the day. We took Scotrain sans Scott Twomey. Glasgow is considered more the real Scotland, but we prefer more of the Epicot representation that Edinburgh affords us tourists. I should’ve known after taking the Scottish SATs, as one of the analogies was Edinburgh is to Sean Connery as Glasgow is to Timothy Dalton. We were neither shaken nor stirred by Glasgow.
We started in the Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum just in time to walk through with a rambunctious school tour of 7 year old gingers. Unfortunately, after an hour in any museum, I pretty much revert to a 7 year old ginger. Being in a museum is still life. We saw the University if Glasgow, which Hogwarts is modeled after. Although Leftist Lisa believes that Uber is causing medallion owning cabbies to kill themselves, we succumbed to requesting an Uber after waiting for a black car to no avail. We next headed to the Glasgow Cathedral where Mary Queen of Scots is buried. Turns out she married her cousin, who was killed a year later, only to then marry his murderer. That sounds like an episode of Jerry MacSpringer. Shakespeare missed a bestseller on that one. Behind the cathedral is the Necropolis; which is not a goth disco, as we thought, but is 47 acres of dead entombed Scots. We passed on the shortdead cookies offered in a mausoleum. We moved onto the Merchant District with shops and restaurants which must compulsory serve haggis and blood snausages. With a diet rich in organ meat, no wonder there’s 47 acres of dead people! We went to two more Christmas markets; which just like NY Street Fairs, all have the same street meat and junk to buy except you pay in pounds.
Tomorrow, we head to the countryside to the Highlands. I believe we are stopping at Glengarry and Glenross site of a historic battle fought with a set of steak knives.
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