It’s time to say goodbye to family, friends and the underground.
On my way to Euston station for the 11:30AM train to Glasgow. It was an uneventful trip with the exception of a two year old on one of his first train rides, who loved to yell at the top of his voice “TRAIN, TRAIN, TRAIN” and attempt to pull on my beard.
Check this out, you got love British Rail:
Arrived in Glasgow at 4PM and my hotel not much later. It’s called the Z Hotel and it is the smallest room I have ever stayed in. And with no window. I am pretending I am on a sleeper train. I’ve hired a local to gentle shake my bed while I sleep.
Walked a couple miles to Finnister, which is purported to be the hippest neighborhood in Glasgow. And it didn’t disappoint. But on the other hand, it was the only neighborhood in Glasgow I had visited so if someone had pointed me to a graveyard and said that was THE place, I would have had no comparison.
Dinner at a steak house called Porter & Rye and back to the hotel and this. Time for bed (oh, you can start shaking my bed now).