5/9/14 - 5/9/14
This place wasn't called the Hot-el Apartments for nothing. We had rather a warm sleep, and a warm morning too. And as for the bathroom (or should I say sauna) - well that made me glad we hadn't come to town on a hot day.
It was rather a relief to discover that it was raining when we emerged out on to the street - this was the type of weather that I had expected, and packed for!
We did the obligatory tourist thing and sat at the top of the double decker bus. In the rain. In the wind. Bring it on, Glasgow!
We got off the bus at Oran Mor, and enjoyed a wee dram before a play, a pie and a pint. It was packed - lucky we got there nice and early! Very entertaining play, and we all learnt some new dance moves. Move me, touch me, shake me, love me! Proud to report that we all managed to decipher the Glaswegian accent without any troubles. Neville didn't get all the jokes, but I still think he enjoyed himself.
After that we wandered around the Botanic Gardens briefly, before catching the bus through the streets of Glasgow and back to our car. We then entered the Guinness Book of Records for entering the most coins into a parking pay station. It would have been even more but the machine did not accept 1p or 2p coins.
Pat navigated us out of the city, which was just as well because the inbuilt GPS system lost the plot entirely at this point. It claimed that we were driving through paddocks and lakes, across freeways and even moonwalking for a time. All while we were actually driving on the M9. Anyway, it worked itself out eventually, and we went on our merry way.
We stopped in Newtonmore at the Letterbox for dinner - and it was just as good as we remembered it from 2 years ago. Neville really wanted to stay for dessert, but the rest of us were too full and wanted to get to our evening's accommodation.
When we finally made it to the Highlander Inn, we were temporarily defeated by the doors but then a local showed us this thing called a 'handle' and after that there was no stopping us. With 550 whiskies on offer at the bar, a night cap was definitely in order. Unless you're me, in which case a lime cordial was required.