Day 3 Edinburgh

Most of the morning and early afternoon was spend on Arthur's seat since it was quite a journey up as it was down. I couldn't help but feel that this city has so much more to offer. I already knew that our three nights in Edinburgh wasn't going to be enough.

Where the Queen stays when she is in Edinburgh.

I forgot to mention the queen's gallery since it was in front of Scottish parliament and it was near the path before the climb. We took a quick peak at the building the queen stays at when she is residing in Scotland and remembered to take a bathroom break.

When we reached the bottom once again we wanted to walk back into town to take a break back at our hotel. We were delayed by Danny's curiosity for the building that we saw on our way up Arthur's seat. Up again since it was still quite a distance  past a cemetery, my legs aching and feeling the uneven steps and various types of landscape we had already come across.

I thought we had arrived at the same building that was at we had seen so far away, it turned out to be the Burns Monument. The people of Scotland must have really enjoyed his poetry, I'll be the first to admit that I haven't read much if his works outside of the writer's museum. Across the street from it was a very abandoned looking Greek building, with the tall pillars.

Finally making it back to Cockburn street which really wasn't all that far we were enticed by a street performer. A sword swallower with a great sense of humour and showmanship. The first of his crowd it was hard to say no to the man working in a chilly night. He put in a wonderful show with a very amazing finale, that really had you thinking that he might get hurt. Ohhh, the suspense.

I had found a flyer when we walked into Edinburgh backpackers hostel sporting some drum and bass at a night club near by. Called Sneaky Pete's but they didn't open until 11pm. With a lot of time ahead of us we rested for a little while in the hotel warmed up a bit and caught up with one of the free daily ghost walks.

Our tour guide played the role of a ghost that was hung in Edinburgh, calling us all 'mortals' as we followed him to the next bar to pick up more tourists. He had flare in his story telling and walked around showing the places those true stories originated from. He had tricks and enthusiasm plus he was in character the whole time, I absent mindedly reminded myself that I should have asked the gentleman how long he had been telling ghost stories for.

Most of the ghost walks in Edinburgh charge about £ 11 per person that include a trip through the catacombs under the city. So I would much rather  pay a small donation to someone who isn't just a tour guide reading from a script.

Our ghost walk tour guide.

The evening was just only half over now, time to get some food and get ready to head out dancing. On our way we met some wonderful people, a busker named Jamie who had an obsession with Cantonese to be specific, Ryan from new Zealand told me I had the best answer for relationships and Ben from the east coast of England ho played hockey and has family in Canada. Haven't made it into the club yet and we already started chatting up strangers.

Lastly dancing was to be had, the bar reminded me of a small bar at home called level two but more narrow. The dance floor was small but it had been ages that I had been on one with more than 12 on the dance floor. The DJ was playing dub step when we walked in and spun some all right tracks But I was there for the  d&b which he didn't play, when the next DJ came on he switched to house even though it said on the flyer that it was suppose to be breaks/d&b/dub step.

Whatever danced for an hour any ways, I'm sad we are leaving tomorrow.