A Universe Trapped in a Labyrinth

This is my boring and interesting and teenager life spanning from age 15 to 18 (May 2015-August 2018)
Within you'll find many re-inventions of myself, boy trouble, school trouble and life trouble. (Plus interesting bits I thought I would include as well).
Do you dare to enter the maze?


82. Welcome to the land of the Scots!


18th October 2015

This weekend has been as hectic as a car caught in a tornado I’m telling you. I’m not going to go for the suspenseful clues leading up to the grand finale because that’s just too long – I went to Edinburgh yesterday as a birthday gift from my sister.

I began my day early in the morning – 6:30 to be exact – with a bowl of cheerios and a cup of tea all wolfed down before departing for a train in the dark. It was cold and we spent the minutes waiting for the train by enquiring whether or not a guy was trying to break into our train or whether he worked there. We never actually got to find out the answer to that but finally we got onto the train and into the cacophony of warmth – the one thing that I despise about autumn is that it is deadly and drastically cold.

The following are series of weird conversations that we heard from a group of drinking gents who were going to a stag do in Glasgow:


“I’m telling you mate I hate buses, why did we get a bus?”

“Mate, we’re not on a bus.”

“This isn’t a bus?”

“It’s a train.”

The man then takes a very loud and very obvious slurp of his beer.


“I’m glad that you’re marrying a sandwich mate because I absolutely love sandwiches.”


“I haven’t worked a day in my life for six years.”

“How can you stand that?”

“I drink and go on trains…I love trains!”

“Okay... we’re on a train right now.”

“I cheat on my wife with booze and trains; it’s much better than working.”

I’m glad that they didn’t follow us to Edinburgh.

Edinburgh is amazing!

It is the home of mist shrouded castles and Arthur’s Hill, covered in a wrapping paper and bow of history and culture. One thing that I learned about Scotland is that is it very patriotic, they are very proud to be a wee Scotsman with their bagpipes and kilts. I saw so many kilts that it was unbelievable.

If you are ever in Edinburgh you have to try Oinks; it’s a little deli which serves pulled pork sandwiches with the most succulent and heaven inducing pork I have ever ate. Never mind the half cut pig in the window.

It might not have been a good idea to eat just before going to Camera Obscura, an optical illusions place. It is the home of the mirror maze, a bridge where it feels as if you are spinning around and around, history of Edinburgh, holograms and mirror tricks (like the severed head illusion). You might want to risk the many stairs to get a view of all of Edinburgh from the rooftop though, oh and hold on to your stomachs.

I think my second favourite thing was the writer’s museum. Tucked away in a little courtyard on stones depicting quotes, it shows the work of famous authors such as Robert Stevenson with their original texts and writing desks.

Why is a raven like a writing desk?

We then went to the Elephant Café where J.K Rowling wrote sections of the first Harry Potter book. It’s a nice little place; however, I think that they’ve publicized the Harry Potter a bit much with selling everything from umbrellas to tea shirts along with their expensive tea and coffee. The queue wasn’t worth it and instead we went to the bathrooms where the doors and walls were covered in graffiti dedicated to Harry Potter. Quotes and insignias adorned the walls and it got me thinking of how much time and effort went into that art.

Although my most favourite thing was the National Museum. There was so much to look at and so much to learn. The detail in every ancient bit of furniture or clothes were astounding and the craftsmanship was unbelievable to behold. It may seem a bit morbid but my favourite bit was the room dedicated to witchcraft where it showed the different theories for it and the different methods of gaining a confession. The manacles, collar and iron chains shed a light of just how dark history used to be.  

Edinburgh is so enriched with culture and good honey pots that I could easily go back time and time again and still find something new to find and excite me.

I’m so glad that I went but then again I’m so glad that I’m back home.


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