It's never hot outside in Scotland, but inside Subway I almost boiled alive. Asked the cashier about refills (whether you can fill up your soda cup again). Turns out, you only get one. In the US, they are usually unlimited. In Latvia, this is almost never a thing, people are too poor and are suckers for freebies. Rumor has it that when they were first allowed in McDonald's in Russia (back in the nineties), people would show up with ten-liter jerrycans and stand in a kilometer-long line.
Outside, however, there was a major highway, so I had to turn the corner. From a noisy and dirty thoroughfare, I found myself in a wealthy little neighborhood with mansions. Right in the middle of the lawn, a menacing "private property" sign was proudly on display. I had to perch on the curb. While I was chewing, another bus left. Eventually, I did make it to the place where I could hoof it the rest of the way. I walked along the Water of Leith Walkway, a path we are already familiar with.
Sculpture in the water! They sure know how to make things interesting in the West.
There are six sculptures in total, the author is Antony Gormley, the project is called 6 Times. In 2010, they didn't manage to install them permanently right away. They removed them and recently put them back up, taking all the issues into account. The idea is that art goes to the masses. The latter, for some reason, are in no hurry to go to galleries, so the former have to get creative.
The sign says that volunteers pick up the trash, so you shouldn't produce it
Eventually, I reached Dean Village again. It's beautiful there, no harm in taking a walk for a second time.
These are the kind of houses further along the path. As my buddy says, "I'd live here!"
Took a picture of the metal door handle assortment for my mom, she's a fan. No wonder they know a thing or two about them here.
I got home not too late, hoping to get some stuff done on the computer. The problem is that the balance between pleasant tiredness and exhaustion is very delicate. You seem to be trying to do something useful, but end up procrastinating on the internet. That's because there's only enough clarity in your head to click around, and your willpower is sapped by fatigue. And yet, ideally, I should not only be writing for the blog but also planning the next days of the trip.
I walked 18 km for the day.
Today is Sunday, so the post will be this tiny. From here on out, everything just blurs into a mush for me. I don't know what I'll write about, so you'll just have to look at the pics.