Scotland

Scotland

So on our four day weekend we decided to go to Scotland! It was a great trip. One thing I wouldn't  recommend however is ever taking the BUS to Scotlan from London. We figured we could sleep on the way there, but the bus provides just the right amount of discomfort to keep you from getting any rest. And it was 10 hours long.. But we eventually arrived, bleary eyed and ready for action! Here we are walking in circles trying to find our hostel, which we did eventually :)



The Scott Monument

As we were walking we got an immediate, and strong taste of what Scotland had to offer. What was crazy about going there is that it feels and looks like what we had envisioned Scotland as being. For other places, arriving is sometimes a jarring and mind altering experience, but for some reason Scotland only confirms our pre-made impressions we already had. My opinion: this was a very good thing.





















Some of the architecture was breathtaking, and the way the streets wound and curved around the city was quite nice. Just strolling through Edinburgh is an experience alone. I didn't mind the walk at all. We showed up a bit before check-in time so we had all the time we needed.


In the distance we spotted Edinburgh Castle which we would later tour. NOT something you want to pass up on.

Because we had so much spare time, we all found a breakfast cafe to relax and get some food. Say, HI, Chivaun & Jordan! We had a great time. After some food and coffee we all felt much better. It's strange though. I had an English breakfast, in a French diner, in Scotland. What a weird world.


We got even closer to Edinburgh Castle and checked it out from the ground. It's impressive No wonder it's been around for so long. I feel bad for whoever was on the attacking side. Herro girls!


Edinburgh Castle



Easily the highlight of our trip, Edinburgh Castle is a monument to the Scots. The more time you spend learning of Scottish history, the more you realize these guys really were a warrior nation, and they bear the title rightfully so. I immediately fell in love with Scottish history.

Michaela, Emily, Michael



This Gem of a Scot was a lucky find indeed. He walked us through an amazing tour that even rivals--but of course doesn't surpass--the skills of Peter. Plus he spoke in a Scottish accent and had a dagger in his sock so he was pretty much awesome.


Edinburgh Castle had been a Scottish stronghold since before 1000 AD! The castle was pretty sweet from the outside, but it was only after we jumped on the tour that we were really able to start appreciating what it stood for in Scotland's past.
In Scotland's long and bitter history of war between the English, the castle itself had never been taken by force. There are six gates that an army would have to fight through, each of them overlooked by murder holes. No one ever made it through all six gates.

This building to the left, higher up in the interior landscape of the Castle, is the official headquarters of the Royal Scott's Dragoon Guards. It was once the calvary regiment of Scotland but has since been transformed into Scotland's Tank Division.
Our guide had to hold down his kilt to keep the wind from flashing his goodies all over the Castle's historical grounds.

Though the building above is impressive, it's not the most coveted of the constructs within Edinburgh Castle. Our Guide explained to us that in 1294, the English captured Edinburgh castle. No easy feat considering the castle had its own well and renewable farmland within its walls that could theoretically endure a siege for years.
       Regardless, the English found a way. They hammered the castle until they took it, and held it for 20 years, effectively gaining a foothold deep in Scottish territory for two decades. However in 1314, King Robert the Bruce planned and spearheaded a covert night attack on the English-held castle. In the middle of winter, 30 Scottish Highlanders climbed the walls and overtook the sentries by stealth. 300 garrisoned Englishmen--drunk from whiskey to be able to sleep and stay warm--died in their sleep at the hands of the Highlanders. But the force was too small to hold the castle so the King ordered everything within burned down. Everything except this below:

          St. Margaret's Chapel

Built in 1126, it is by far the oldest building still standing in Scotland!



This is the inside of the chapel. It's awesome because it's close to 1000 years old. But something tells me the stained glass is not quite that old... Recent addition? Yes.






Moving on to...
The Scottish National War Memorial


The reason I fell in love with Scotland is their awe-inspiring history. Braveheart only seems to get at the tip of the ice berg, and it's not exaggerated. These guys are tough. And they have a knack for naming things with literally the most awesomely-epic names possible. This picture below (which I took covertly because we weren't allowed to take pictures inside) is 

The Hall of Remembrance
This place was erected in 1927. The altar above sits on a piece of--get this--volcanic rock that rises from the ground. Is anyone getting the chills like me? I mean, c'mon, LAVA people. The book holds the names of over 150,000 Scottish soldiers that gave their lives in WWI & II. Also, the phrase, 
"Their Name Liveth" inspires me to become a Scottish national citizen outright.

Crown Square


This building, just outside and to the left (as you exit) of the Scottish National War Memorial, is one of the most important buildings to the Scotts. It holds a total of 3 national treasures. The Royal Crown Jewels of Scotland, the Stone of Destiny, the Scepter, & 
THE SWORD OF A THOUSAND TRUTHS
Ok, the sword really isn't called that, but it IS the Royal Sword of Scotland. And the stone really is called the Stone of Destiny. A little over the top? I don't think so. Anyways, I managed to sneak another picture...and get yelled at and threatened... but BEHOLD: the wonders of Scotland:


The Stone is behind the Crown. I had to bail after the Security-Guard-Who-Takes-Job-Way-Too-Serious, threatened to call the police. I mean, really? I'm just taking a picture. I pondered this for a while until, as I was leaving they tried to sell me a book with picture of this for 15 pounds, and it suddenly all made sense.

One very interesting fact about the Stone of Destiny is this: In Scotland, since 843 AD, if anyone were crowned as King, they sat on that stone while it happened. In 1540, King James of England stole the Stone and enraged the Scottish for 5 centuries. (When they're mad--they're mad) in 1996, the Stone was finally returned as a sign of goodwill between England and Scotland. Today, if anyone is crowned King or Queen of England, look for the Stone of Destiny in West Minster Abbey. They fly it over for the ceremony.




This is inside the Queen Anne building. The ceiling, as you may notice, resembles the inside of an upturned ship's hull. Well that's because they followed the exact same schematics to build the roof.


In the same room were hundreds of armaments. This is a wheel of guns that resembles the steering wheel of a ship.



After reaching the top of Edinburgh Castle, the only way back out is down. And the only way--not really the only way--but the only way to go down is through the dungeons. We descended into the doom and gloom where over 1000 prisoners could be held at once. Disappointingly, it isn't called anything spectacular like The Dungeon of 1000 Sorrows, But with a little imagination I made up plenty of names myself.



We walked down and saw where the soldiers used to sleep back in the day. It's no wonder the Englishmen had to get trashed to sleep. They were cramped and crammed into these sleeping quarters underground, and they didn't have central heating, mind you.




When we emerged from the subterranean abode of the Scotts, we still weren't at the bottom. We came out to this sight, overseeing Edinburgh, the Capitol of Scotland.


And then we found these massive balls lying on the floor.
Which, after some inferential analyses, we quickly deduced belong to this:

A Really Big Canon!!!

When this baby was operational, it took 100 soldiers an entire day to move this canon, weighing 3 tons, one mile. It shoots gunballs weighing in at 350 lbs! Impressive? Kind of!?










This is me taking a picture of Emily, taking a picture of the inside of the canon.

We also got to see this little ceremony taking place. They fired a more modern canon. It only took one guy, half a second, to pull one chord, that fired one really loud puff of smoke for no reason! Improvement? Kind of!?






I scratched my name on rocks:







After the castle the rest of Edinburgh was great, but I didn't have much time to take many pictures. I got this church that I saw walking up one of the many hills in down town. It now doubles as a theatre!









Now check this out, we were at a restaurant in Edinburgh and I felt adventurous, so I got a traditional Scottish food....
Behold: Haggis

And I hate Haggis! In case you're not impressed, read this:
Haggis is a dish containing sheep's 'pluck' (heartliver and lungs), minced with onion,oatmealsuetspices, and salt, mixed with stock, and traditionally simmered in the animal'sstomach for approximately three hours


I was mesmerized by this guy. I don't know what it was. I mean, look at his face. It was the perfect combination of mythical-sounding bag-piping, spontaneity, and really sweaty scott in the sun. I literally stood and stared for 20 minutes. He occasionally glanced at me uncertainly, before taking in a massive breath of air and replenishing his bag. Jokes aside, I'm in love with bag pipes.


And that's it! That was our stay in Scotland in a nutshell. I hope you enjoyed the post. This was a picture I snagged on the really, really long bus ride back to London. To everyone back home, Cheers! Keep me in your prayers! Until next time!


3 comments:

Unknown said...

wow

Unknown said...

Enthralling post.

gensec@ntlworld.com said...

You were obviously too busy being discourteous in disobeying rules about photography and vandalising the pavements to be very accurate about Edinburgh. Scott for example is a surname not a Scotsman. The gun you were dismissive of is an old tradition. It is fired at 1 p.m. precisely each day to give ships in the Firth of Forth an accurate time signal. A cone falls on a tower at the Observatory on the nearby hill for the same purpose. The king who stole the Stone of Destiny was not James but Edward the First.
Since the Union of the Crowns in 1606 there have been no Kings or Queens of England crowned on the Stone of Destiny or otherwise. The Monarchs were crowned Kings or Queens of the United Kingdom. If Independence comes one hopes there will be no Kings or Queens of Scotland. The English are welcome to them.

And of course Braveheart is complete rubbish historically and otherwise.

Edinburgh Castle is built on the remains of the core of a volcano so most of the rock exposed is lava.

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