
We arrived in Edinburgh, Scotland and headed on down to Katy’s flat. Around the corner from her place were these two ads for a well-known Virginia boy.

On another sign came the cryptic answer the question.

Later that first day, we went to the train station to pick up Katy’s friend from Durham, England, Katie. This is obviously before the train arrived.

Although it’s a bit blurry, I really liked the lettering they did for this beer list at a seafood place we ate at for dinner.

On our way to the Scottish Highlands, just north of Edinburgh, we passed a Kentucky Fried Chicken. Being in Scotland, it immediately reminded me of Mike Myers’ rant in So I Married an Axe Murderer against the “addictive substance that makes you crave [KFC] fortnightly.”
The red building is the KFC. It’s there, trust me.

The Firth of Forth (Forth River estuary) bridges on our way out of Edinburgh. It was cloudy and raining off and on, which is hardly suprising given what country we were in.

Edinburgh Castle, as seen from a block or two down from katy’s Flat.
The store on the right with the red signs in the windows is where I bought my Mad Cow Coat (my leather jacket).

Rose Street, where Katy lived.
We had lunch in the yellow pub on the left and frequently had sausage sandwiches for breakfast at the place beside it.

Downtown Edinburgh. I think the double-spired building was the Scottish parliament building, but I’m not sure.

The coolly-designed museum where Katy worked while fulfilling her masters.

One of Edinburgh’s night club hot-spots: Frankenstein’s, the pub that was once a church.

For the interest of very few: Katy at her desk in her lab at the Museum.

Another view of downtown Edinburgh

The gates leading to the un-non-profit Edinburgh Castle.

Oddly enough, the real Robert the Bruce (truly known as Braveheart, not Wallace) didn’t have a beard, as portrayed in the movie…

… yet William Wallace, who was portrayed in the movie as clean-shaven, is not in this statue. And my point? Don’t believe everything that comes out of Hollywood.

The Bad Ass was a restaurant something like 50 paces from Katy’s place. Dig all the interesting mirrors (no Mirror Project shot here, folks).

At dinner, I finally ordered the haggis. It wasn’t all that bad as long as I didn’t think about what it was. I had way too many biology classes to know exactly what I was eating.
This pretty much finishes up the Scotland trip. Later that night we helped Katy pack up and move back to the U.S.