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My only friend the end...

Well its over. Now I have to get a real job or something to pay off this trip. I was in Paris this morning and now I find my self in Ann Arbor. I just made my flight, after emailing ahead to make sure I had transit from the airport I arrived at. Now for all you 'ney' sayers, when you fly internationally you have to get your bags where ever you initally land in the States to check them through Customs. Once you do that you have to recheck them and connect to your other flight. If you so choose you can just not connect. But you can also ask at the initial check-in to have your bags relabled for the city you initially just had a layover in. However depending on the circumstances it might cost you money, but it didn't cost me money.
But its all over. I am back in the states and I only want to go back and spend more time in each country. I only got a taste of each one and its only appropriate that I revisit and do it right. I will be back in Cincinnati this weekend and then I am sure that I will make my move up to Cleveland and Kent to visit everyone I can, unless I just don't give a crap about you! hahhahahaaha ok I've been up for too many hours straight on only two hours of sleep.

Planes,Trains, Toilets, and Automobiles

So your in Edinburgh, you have a flight out of a city that is approximately an hour away called Glasgow. You need to take a bus to the bus station to take a bus to the Glasgow bus station, to take a bus to the Glasgow airport. You have a feeling that there are two airports in Glasgow, but the woman that sells you your bus ticket to the airport reassures you there is only one. You ask around, you ask people you know, people you don't know, because this feeling like 'everything is wrong' is haunting your every move. Everyone reassures you there is only one airport in Glasgow. You take all your busses and about an hour and a half later arrive at the airport. You feel better and yet your gut still says, "no", however your gut has been saying, "no" for the past week because you have digestive problems, so you ignore it. You walk into the airport and have some trouble finding your airline. You shake your head because this has to be the place because there is only one airport in Glasgow. After you realize that finding it is hopeless with out help, you ask at a random desk. They reveal to you that there is not only one airport in Glasgow, but that they recently renamed the other airport in Glasgow from Prestwick airport to GLASGOW PRESTWICK AIRPORT, and that its 45 minutes away IF you take a cab. Its current 2:00pm. Your flight leaves at 3:30pm. Theres no way, but you try anyway. You run to a cash machine, none of your cards work in it. You run to the cab and he tells you only cash. You plead with him and he tells you he can take credit. You ask how long it will take and how much it will cost. He says about 50 minutes and its going to cost 60 pounds (app 110 dollars). You shreik and get in freaking out more because if you miss the flight you just wasted the money for the flight and the money for the cab. It's a gamble but you roll the dice. You get to the airport, jump out and bolt inside. Your airline is there but the city you are traveling to is not posted at the check-in counter. Someone points to you that they just closed that city. You run to the guy still sitting there and he looks at you with compassion because you just missed the cut off by five minutes. But he is AWESOME and lets you on any way! And life is good. All the while dealing with your ever present digestive problems. You get to Paris but its not a main airport, but you knew this. You have to take a bus into town so you can catch the Metro. The bus ride is an hour and the Metro ride is an hour but you finally get to the place your staying. You get to bed and finally get some sleep on the ground instead of bunching up in a ball on a couch like the previous nights, but you are happy because this is what this trip is all about!

I see a light at the end of the tunnel

I am finally getting better. I was in the hospital last night and they gave me an IV which helped. I was dangerously dehydrated. They kept mentioning how the IV bag was draining so quick. When I sucked that down, they let me leave after I gave them some samples (wink). Did not pay a dime, ten pence as they call it here, and I walked out with no trouble, except the pain still.
Its been slightly getting better and I am up from yesterdays rise to two meals a day! I fly back to Paris tomorrow for a few days of shopping, maybe some exploration to Austria if Juergen is up to it, and relaxing. Then I catch a flight back to the states on Tuesday. I hope I can get my luggage chucked off in Detroit instead of Dayton. Movies don't make themselves people!

Absolutely Miserable

My horrible hangover turned in to full blown dysentery. Traveling takes a toll on your body. As I am sure you all wanted to know this about me, but too bad you are forced to read every damn word I type, hahahahaha! Ok maybe it's taken a little bit of my mind too.
But I have been in Edinburgh three days now and I have not visited one site! Today is the first time in two days I could actually move. But I am still alive... I will notify all of you, if and when I check into the ER. I hope it doesn't come to that but only time will tell now. I should be completely fine by tomorrow if all goes according normal function. Then I might be taking a bus tour up to the Highlands to go see where Highlander was born (HERE WE ARE BORN TO BE KINGS...). Also I hear there is a statue of David Hume on the trail up to the castle, so that should be cool. If you know who David Hume is, Cheers! If not, look it up.

From Edinburgh

Well that was a grueling flight... Against my better judgement... wait 'better', 'judgement', 'my'!? I don't have any of these things... Any way, I was stoopid last night and when out with some people from Baltimore instead of getting a good nights rest before my flight, like I had done the previous four nights. So I was in rare form. Those sick bags on the plane work pretty well. I am better now and in Edinburgh, I have seen just the main strip, there is a festival or something going on and the whole city is lit up with neat lights and 'carnie' rides. Now I just have to find Clark and I will be set. But its time for me to go because this keyboard is covered in grease and goo from the McDonalds upstairs. Heil McDonalds!

Covent Garden

The Covent Garden is a little shopping area in London where Monks use to garden and then they eventually opened a market there selling what their garden produced. I bet it use to be cool, because its not now. They did what everyone else does to cool areas and turned it into a hell hole. They sell junk down there now. Nothing of purpose or value can be purchased in this area. And just to give you an idea of what its like, Spencers, High on the Hill (the PC version), and tourist shops selling the same damn t-shirts as they sell in every other city. If I was mayor of London I would bull doze the Covent Garden out of principle. However this area is also home to the same theaters that Peter Pan first premiered in, so it can't be all the bad. I even saw a show. I watched The Producers, by Mel Brooks. It was pretty good. If anyone out there has seen History of the World part I, and has been waiting for Hitler ON ICE to come out, just go see this show and you will be satisfied.
Tomorrow I leave for Edinburgh, it will be cold, but "Cold never bothered me...(shiver)."