Nach Schottland also!

Empty Streets of Edinburgh

When German author and journalist, Theodore Fontane, embarked on his first journey to Scotland almost 160 years ago with a suitcase and tickets for the night train from London, his third class accommodation on board the train was like my EasyJet flight to Edinburgh.

Die Koffer waren gepackt, die Billets gelöst, und als der Spätzug sich endlich in Bewegung setzte und majestätisch aus der Halle des Kings-Cross-Bahnhofs hinausglitt, überlief es mich ähnlich wie vierzehn Jahre früher, wo es zum ersten Male für mich heiss: »Nach England!«
Theodor Fontane, Jenseit des Tweed

Fontane encountered a motley group of travelers, but his trip was not delayed by rowdy Scottish football hooligans. My trip took almost as long as Fontane’s because the German police had to take the statements of our flight crew upon landing. The crew was involved in an altercation on board the previous flight including groping, damaged seats, a blocked toilet, bloodshed, and a passenger eventually getting carried off the plane on a stretcher. By the time my flight finally arrived in Edinburgh well after midnight (local and Berlin time), I was exhausted.

Please Take Your Seat

Please Take Your Seat

I collected my bag as fast as possible and quickly located the bus to town outside the airport. The temperature in the cold, dark night was above freezing. My tired body registered the damp chill like an arctic storm. The puddles at the bus stop were not frozen, but my body was stiff. I waited patiently in the queue near the bus stop. A moist rain politely dripped down the small glass enclosure leaving unfinished streaks and lines of wetness behind. The drops barely reached the ground before the next bus arrived.

The smeared windows of the bus damp were with condensation. They revealed little about Edinburgh at night. The suburbs of the city were lost in a silent sea of fog and rain.

My trip to the centre of town was quick and efficient—a welcome break for my groggy mind. My hotel was mere footsteps from the bus stop. I assumed I would have problems with my late check in, but I was wrong. The receptionist gave me a larger room and confirmed my late check out at 1 pm.

Hotel in Edinburgh

Hotel in Edinburgh

Although my room was small, the queen size bed was welcoming. A quick text home announced my arrival back home and my final departure for a good night’s sleep.

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