Edinburgh

This room is boiling! I'm in Edinburgh, at the castlerock hostel, and I'm sitting by the fireplace. So thats why its boiling. But it's a pretty swank hostel, so I cant complain.
I got the interview for the walking tour and am being trained currently! It'll be a bit as I have a gigantic amount of info to memorize, and my mom can testify to how much I studied during school. But daddy needs to get paid, son. The man training me is a character to say the least. I've never really seen him not wearing a kilt, aside from when he showed up donning a completely accurate replica of viking armour. Equipped with a chain mail vest that took him two years to build and weighs about 60 kilo. I couldn't really lift it with my two arms, but he can wear it to sword fights... so, whatever.
Allen, the made previously mentioned, gave me a time and location of where to meet him the next day. I had only just met him, but was incredibly interested in what he could possibly be getting me into. Long story short, I end up meeting im in the afternoon outside some pub. He says 'follow me' and leads me into a room. Two guys are at the top of the stairs waiting, one in a suit nods hello, and we follow them into another room. Much to my ammusement it is filled with rather husky men sporting some of the finest handlebar moustaches I've ever seen. It turned out to be a private annual meeting of the Handlebar Moustache Club. Men from Scotland, England, The States, Germany, all over the place. I didn't know what to say. As a boy who can't grow a moustache I can only say I was honoured. Then the day continued on as any other as we all had a pint and talked about nothing.
I even met Megan O'Handley today, and yesterday for dinner! It was a bit surreal to see somebody from home, but it was also awesome because it wasn't a peanut butter and jam sandwhich for the first time in a while. If any O'Handley's are reading this, thanks for dinner, it was delightful. Typically Canadian, we tried to quote as many different herritage moments as possible. How many can you do? Also, can anybody send me the dvd of all them? With some proper peanut butter and maybe some KD.

Edinburgh

After watching far too much Scrubs (or not enough?) and drinking ungodly amounts of tea, I said bye to Anita and took the night bus to Edinburgh. I took the cheapest one I could find. My thought process was that it was a Monday night bus to Edinburgh, I could reason why there would be a ton of people, so I figured there wouldn't be. That's my logic, don't ask me to explain it. What's yours?
So I sit with the person closest to me. If you sit beside a pretty girl, she'll think your creepy. If you sit beside some hoody, then youre probably going to have to put up with a massive leg spread and R&B music. So I thought, this looks like a middleaged businessman kinda guy, he'll probably be happy to have a skinny guy reading beside him with no headphones. Once it was getting time to sleep, I noticed I wasnt too sleepy and that neither was he. In fact he seemed wide awake, and was twitching his hand back and forth. Then, I wish I hadnt, but I realized he looked a lot like the infamous bus killer. Even if youve forgotten who that is, imagine thinking you're sleeping next to him?
After sleeping, collectively, two hours I arrived in Edinburgh. I am so awesome and ambitious that I passed out all my resumes to local pubs and even lined up an interview for Thursday. Im a regular Donald Trump I am. Its actually an interview for a walking tour. Which is great for me, but maybe not for tourists.
"Thats a castle... it's old."
"When was it built?"
"Ill ask the questions, sirrr. Moving on! A... hill."