Barfy Billy in Edinburgh

If you read my previous post, you will know that Bill isn’t feeling well.  He thinks he is seasick but we have been on land for 2 days.  He said the bed felt like it was rocking all night and he got sick from it.  Also in my previous post I told you about our overweight bag issue.  I dreamed I was on a cruise in Mexico (?) and all of my luggage fell into the water.  I think we are both suffering from some type of Post Traumatic Travel Stress Disorder.

Despite Bill having morning sickness we were going to make a day of it.  Since it is Sunday a lot of things are closed so we decided to take a bus to Stirling Castle.  We followed the directions to the bus station and they said there was not a bus going out from there and to go to a bus stop about 3 blocks (we overwalked and made it about 5 blocks).  When we got there I asked a local about how long it would take us to get to Stirling.  He said you don’t want to take the bus because it makes too many stops and advised us to take the train.  We walked to the train station that was an underground madhouse.  Bill started going a little autistic on me and told me to get into a cab.  I checked the taxi in the front of the line and didn’t see anyone.  So I went to the next taxi ask me if he could take us since the one in front was empty.  He said there was someone in there and I had to take that one.  I looked again and the front left seat was empty.  The I realized the driver was on the right side.

We spent about 3 hours at Edinburgh Castle.  The wind was blowing and it was cold and misty.  Despite the weather, it was an interesting morning.  I have been to the castle before with Patrick but Bill was a castle virgin.  He enjoyed the history and beauty of it.

I have posted a picture of a bagpiper that we watched.  My son, Patrick, likes to watch a show called “Mythbusters.”  I starting thinking that I needed to investigate the myth about what a Scotsman wears under his kilt.  As he was blowing away on his pipes, I rolled a coin at his feet.  When I went to retrieve the coin, I took a peek up the kilt.  This was purely a scientific investigation.  Well, this particular Scotsman wears whitey tighties.

My good friend and traveler aficionado, Pamela Van Doren, told me that a good place to eat was “The Witchery.”  It is right down from the castle so I suggested we try it.  Bill was very nauseous but was a good sport and went anyway.  It is a very posh restaurant where stars like to eat - Jack Nicholson, Pierce Brosnan, Catherine Zeta Jones.  Bill was really feeling pretty sick and thought he was going to throw up.  I told him maybe if he ate something he would feel better – my cure for all ailments.  They had soup and mushroom risotto which was about the cheapest thing on the menu.  I thought he was going to hurl when they brought the soup.  It was green pea soup with bits of ham at the bottom.  The lady sitting next to me was a chef from England.  She told me the meat is called trotter, which means it is from the hooves of pigs and a real delicacy.  The meat was good without the soup.  Needless to say Bill didn’t eat anything.

I finally gave in and said maybe we should go back to the hotel and let him lay down a while.  He was afraid he would ruin my fun and said for us to just go on to the next thing on my list.  It was a place called Gladstone’s Land.  It was an old house with a turret stairway that told the story about how a resident of Edinburgh may have lived in the 16th century.  There were volunteer docents in each room who enjoyed sharing their knowledge.  I found it very interesting.  Bill told me to take the stuff out of my plastic bag because he was going to hurl.  We ran out trying to find a place for him to throw up.  Being the good sport that he was, we returned and finished the house tour.

Sorry I don’t have many pictures of the day.  My hands were full because Bill was using my bag for his seasickness.

I really think Bill is pregnant.