Today, we took every form of transit imaginable.

We said “no” to another Ulster Fry this morning, opting instead for cereal, tea and toast to start the day. After lounging around in our room watching BBC, we packed up our things and walked to the bus station to start the first part of our journey home. Because our Belfast plans didn’t come together until late in the trip, and we had booked a series of return tickets rather than one-way trips, we took a very nonsensical, backtracking route, bussing from Belfast to Dublin, catching a plane from Dublin to Glasgow’s small airport, and taking a train from the small airport into Glasgow’s city centre. We stayed the night in Glasgow, in the same no-frills hostel we slept in on our first night in the UK. We got settled and went right back out into the shopping district, but by the time we got to it all the stores had closed. Just when we were feeling a little loose with our dough, we had nowhere to spend it. All was not lost, however—we found a chic little bar tucked away behind some of the high-end stores in Merchant City, and (lucky us!) they were having a 2-for-1 deal on pizzas. While the pies were pretty run-of-the-mill, the atmosphere was great and it was nice to have a sit-down, civilized meal on a trendy patio for about the same as we would have paid to hunch over a fast-food grease-fest on swivel-chairs and a melamine table. We were even able to pack up the pizza we couldn’t eat, and take it with us. We went to bed pretty early, mostly out of boredom, looking forward to the following day’s flight to Ottawa.

And here we are, two busses and one plane later, trying to survive the week until our internet gets hooked up at home. For now, we’ll be hitting up Bridgehead once a day to check our email and have a coffee, thereby satisfying two of our worst vices in one sitting. We hope you enjoyed following us on our journey and we can’t wait to see all of you soon. By the way, Tim Hortons has hopped over the Atlantic and is now clogging arteries and rotting guts over here with their sludgy, burnt "coffee" and mass-baked lard-blobs. Sorry, Dad :)

xoxo

Brian and Karen