Scotland

After hopping the Night Train, I woke up in beautiful Edinburgh (At least, I hoped I did--I arrived in before the sun came up, and couldn't see anything). After stamping my feet around to beat out the cold, and a quick McMuffin breakfast at Micky D's, the info center finally opened and I found my hostel.

View from the front of my hostel

I spent much of my time in Scotland wandering the royal mile, checking out the novel little shops along the way. However, I was absolutely determined to accomplish something I had always wanted to do: climb King Arthur's Seat.

I was in Scotland years before, and attempted to scale the almighty height of 875 feet (heavy sarcasm). However, we didn't quite make it, and I was determined to do it right this time!

And accomplish the climb I did! a 3 year quest had finally come to an end. Even more amazingly, sitting atop the hill (er..Mountain) looking out of Old Town Edinburgh, something happened that I still cannot fully comprehend: My memory all came back. Not all at once, of course, but slowly, like warm water flowing from my head to my toe, I remembered things I hadn't thought of for some time. Weird, huh? I can't explain, nor do I care to! This trip, scarcely a week in, had already permanently changed my life.

Another great thing I did in Scotland was a meeting with fellow Gearhead, Indiana Ken. A genuinely nice chap, with a passion for film (much like myself). Currently he is working on what could be the best fan film ever made, the Treasure of the Templars. I thoroughly enjoyed my time with Ken, and hope to see him again sometime.