Side Note: I actually wrote this 11/11, but the weekend has been so busy! More (and probably better planned) posts coming soon.
I am now writing from my hostel in Edinburgh. I am DEAD tired. Why you may ask? Well….GARRY.
Garry is the 50 y.o. drunken man in my room. If I was also trying to have a crazy Friday night and in the mood to stay up super late, I would not have minded. Garry may have even been entertaining. However, I needed to get up early for the conference, so I was not amused. If you don’t want to read my rant on Garry, just skip the next paragraph.
He clobbered around the room from 10pm-1am, constantly saying “nighty-night”, and “fuckity fuck. buggity buck” (Garry is basically a poet). He then fell into someone else’s bed and started snoring horrendously. Honestly, I am jealous of the guy’s bed he stole. That guy actually got moved to another room. Garry also has this weird cough. He lets out a mini cough every 15 seconds. So small. Like just to re-announce his existence? Then, as I am up this morning getting ready
AT 0700AM…….
FOR CHRIST’S SAKE (said in hearty Scottish accent)…
Garry is already up and in the lounge!
I try to eat breakfast and drink my coffee, and he just keeps coughing and trying to small-talk with me. I usually love small talk, but I have zero social battery for this man.
Anyways, despite losing out on a couple hours of sleep, I had a pretty incredible time at the World Extreme Medicine conference today! I am excited for 2 more days of learning, and I pray I will sleep and have more energy for some chit-chatting with people tomorrow (I mostly just hid in the corner with coffee(s) in hand).



I was also dead tired when I arrived this past Thursday, spending most of the day laying in bed. However, I had some pretty cool adventures that evening and the next day.
Thursday night: Open Mic and Fish and Chips
After I finally dragged myself out of bed, I found an event nearby for an open-mic where anyone who performed got a free drink! I love open mics, although I really miss Brian and Lacey playing with me. I also wish I could play some of the original songs we wrote, but alas, I am not there (YET) with my guitar playing. I am VERY aware my performance was 3/10, but it was fun, and I got a free drink, so that’s a win. I also got to listen to an incredible older Scottish man belting away. I even found a friend from the hostel that night who came along with me. On our way home we stopped at a chipper (aka fast food), and I got some really hot fish and chips with salt and vinegar. I have been CRAVING chips with salt and vinegar since the day I left Ireland when I was 16. I FINALLY got them. They were SOO GOOD.



Friday: Hiking, Castles, Whiskey
I woke up pretty early Friday and headed out on this hike called Arthur’s Seat. It is really cool that this whole park/hiking area is in Edinburgh. I walked there, stopping for a coffee and roll on the way, and was back within a few hours. Turns out I went to a pretty subpar (but classic) fast-food place called Greggs for my coffee, but at least it was filling and cheap.

Someone told me I definitely should have gotten a sausage roll (as opposed to my omelette roll). Also, I guess asking for hot sauce gets you laughed at. Oh well. I am just a dumb American tourist after-all!


Though my breakfast was very average, the city of Edinburgh is not! It is really cool to walk the cobble roads with a giant a castle in view. After my morning hike, I paid to go walk around the castle on a self-guided audio tour. The castle has such a rich history, being used as a home for royalty, military boarding, a fortress, and for housing prisoners (including American prisoners in the War of Independence). At 1:00 everyday, they fire a gun. It used to help keep sailor’s clocks in check.



After my tour, I meandered around a little, popping into some thrift shops. I found a nice belt to wear to my conference. After a quick change and food at my hostel, I went over to a Whisky & Folklore tasting.
I would highly recommend Angus from Little Fish Tours for anyone in Edinburgh. I loved the stories and history of Scottish Whisky. I already kind of knew I did not like Scotch, but I definitely solidified that knowledge. It took me until 15 minutes after the tour to finally finish my 4th tasting sample. I’ll stick to Bourbon and Jameson.

Then, I grabbed a frozen pizza and settled in at the hostel for the rest of the evening… until I met my new friend…GARRY.

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