Sunday, 18 June 2006

Touchdown in Glasgow

Touchdown in Glasgow Prestwick Airport and my first thooughts were, wow ... no customs.
I'm not sure cos of if it is not an major airport or anything, but when I got off the plane there were no places to check through, no baggage reclaim desks, just a small warehouse size building where we got off and after going round some ramped stairs right into the main ( only ) terminal.
"Welcome to Glasgow" ... erm, indeed.
The airline pilot told us that it was 14 degrees outside, so much
lower thatn london, no surprise. Typically as I wandered around the terminal I overheard a few saying that it was gloriously sunny yesterday, always the way eh!
It was nice to see a few soveneir shops where I could grab a t-shirt, plus the obligatory keyring and thimble for the peeps back home ( and
they know who they are ). Shame I couldn't find any pigs!!!
<< .. This keyboard is really naff, and in order to save time I have
given up trying to spell things right as almost every other key is hot wired into a few others and I've yet to complete a sentence without a few mistakes that are not of my own making .. >>
Glasgow city does not seem to have a soul as other towns have. This is not surprising since everyone who knows Scotland has told me to go to Edinburgh and not the capital, but this for me is nto the way I do things.
Although the true country can only be seen through its art, its people, its history and its geography is the capital city if so removed from the rest of the country then this in itself says something about the place.
I had to struggle to find any kilt maker shops, and only in my own hotel have I seen anyone wearing them. The street, even the main
shopping streets, are nowhere near as busy as the ones in london and this makes the side streets look almost deserted by comparison.
The McDonald in the centre of town had nothing on the menu to suggest a more scottish flavour (like a mcmcdonald burger, lol) but they certainly did know how to make a strawberry milk shake.
The only thing that angers me a little is that I deliberately walked in and stayed meters away from the counter to decide on what I wanted to eat, yet their staff still shouted over to me to come over and order. What kind of morons are they? If i am ignoring them and still
staring up after only walking in for a few seconds it is clear that I am not yet ready to order, so why hassle me!
There were plenty of bars and restaurants showing big tv screens to watch the football, which is a bit weird since they are not in the finals and also refuse to support england in their efforts.
I had a few bets which all got blown out when the evenings games were played. It truly is a mugs game, betting, as even with trying to
spread the bets over as many different results as possible the first three still managed to have results which were so random that all hopes of a big accumulator win were dashed before even half the results were in.
I mean, when was the last time in a world cup finals game where you saw 3 red cards in one match !!!
My hotel is a bit away from the town centre and up a bit of a hill. The rooms are basic but clean and only the tiredness of my flight over made me not want to go out and explore more.
The first day was just spend relaxing and dozing, plus cursing the Yanks and the Ghanaians.
The second day started with a clear head and nice scottish breakfast, which was almost identical to an english breakfast. I was expecting porridge oats, haggis or at least black pudding but nothing more than
a standard bacon, eggs, tomatoe and an ommlete!
Its a cold and drizzly day today, so with my big trip to loch ness tomorrow, I am just going to do more relaxing. Glasgow seems to be almost shut down on a Sunday, so not much else to do.
The waitress in this coffee internet cafe made me a wonderful hot chocolate and spent ages on the pretting it up with whipped cream and
then dusting it with coco powder. If only she had the brains to NOT put a lid on it afterwards, and now its all stuck to the underside of the lid. Scottish brains eh, cant beat them.

1 comment:

  1. Chuckle... McMacDonald burger... you should send them that idea!

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