Scots Wha Hae!

Last night in E'burgh! And—sadly—last night of holiday.

The day's little climb, plus the skittles game, plus the walk home, after walking 10 km /day for 2 weeks, meant we had to rest our old bones a bit.

Later, we followed up another rec to go to The Regent Bar, which was a really fun, casual but trendy place. Not gay exclusive, but pretty darn gay.

Not surprisingly, I had on the Dr. Who-esque fellow at the bar. Xavier hates suits, jackets, and ties, so there was no potential for competition here, even though he was a bit scruffy.

It was the type of place where one could play games (which they had an inventory of) and we played dominoes. We didn't exactly know the rules, but Xavier would have won either way.

Mid-way through our game playing, I noticed my fellow had left. Bummer.

The next morning we were to leave for the airport early, so we called it an early night.