A walk to Leith

Aaaahhh, whadda good life this is! The sun is shining all day long (which means like 5 hours a day), Wednesday is payday and yesterday I spent a perfect distinguished elderly lady day with Rachel. First we hit Princes Street to check out two cheap book stores, where I spent 20 Pound on six books, each of them containing "scotish" or "scots" in their title, exept one, which is titled "Greyfriars Bobby", a story as Edinburgh as it gets. Damn, I felt like a tourist, but, hey, what can you do... We then took a nice long walk to Stockbridge, a beauutiful part of town with nice coffee- and charity shops and lovely georgian houses. After some window shopping, we reached the Royal Botanic Garden, where I met the fattest shabby pigeon I ever saw. (Ich hoer schon eine bestimmte Dame schreien "Die WAR gar nich fett, die war nur aufgeplustert", aber glaubt mir, das war diese Taube heisst Molly Luft! die war so fett, die hatte gar keinen Hals mehr, auch wenn sie sich grade nicht aufgeplustert hat. Ihr Kopf guckte grade noch so aus dem riesigen grauen Fettklumpen, der ihr Koerper war, raus. Das Teil hatte fette Fuesse! Das Viech war FEEETTT!! Aber seht selbst.)




After this freakshow, we took a bus to the Leith Market, which we didn't find as it was already closed when we got there. But, hey, as I said before: if you get lost, enjoy it. And enjoy it we did, Leith is beautiful and all these mariner pubs ("Skipper's", "The Old Port Inn" and the like) somehow felt like home. Which is very strange, considering the fact that I grew up as far away from any coast as you possibly can in Germany and I should be reminded of home when I look at a beautiful mountain range. Which I do. Whenever there is one.
Anyway.
The next stop was Rachels place. The TV didn't work so we actually had to talk during our microwave dinner (cottage pie with mash). The lady was tired afterwards and so I took the bus home to also have a nice nap and meet up with Rachel again at seven in front of Greyfriar's Bobby's Bar (there we go again). The Lady slept in but we made it in time to the Bedlam Theatre for an evening of "Acts of Love", three one act plays, the first of which was ... how can I say this ... crrraap! (This guy!! Gosh, he was awful, it really hurt to watch him. This whole "Im on a stage, saying something, so, erm, I'll just take a step forward and then put my foot over there cause that's what actors do; they move" thing! Horrible!) The other two plays were actually really funny, the third one being entitled "The Love Shop", telling the story of a magic tea pot and starring Dave Finlay as a plumber, gold chain and all.
At the end of the Theatre Evening I learned that Australian and New Zealandish are like cabbage and brussel sprouts, the latter being the condensed, tougher, meaner variant of the former. ... O - keey ... Another day, another lesson learned.

And also I wonder what this is supposed to mean: