Glasgow was nothing like I expected. It was laid back and slow paced and absolutely nothing like the typical big city. People look you in the eye and smile when they pass, and bus drivers and folks working in stores have actual conversations with you. People take their time walking down the street, and no one is in a rush. I sat beneath a blanket of lights in
Merchant City, drank a pint of Guinness at
Pony (which cost less then my water at dinner), visited the
Glasgow School of Art, enjoyed bag-pipeing street musicians, ate a supper of
fish & chips, had an almost proper cappuccino and soaked up plenty of good architecture.
I'll be back to Glasgow in December, to do all the things I missed (and squeeze in some Christmas shopping) if you have any suggestions.
I arrived at my next destination just in time for a night of festivities celebrating
Guy Fawkes day, or Bonfire Night as they call it here. The village was full of bustling people, fireworks throughout the evening, and a giant bonfire with a 'burning man'. It was the perfect welcoming evening to the village of Banavie.
"Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot."
