Two twenty something year olds can absolutely find their way from one place to another on their own. We just didn’t plan it that way.
After learning that Tina and Papa’s flight had been cancelled and ours had been rescheduled, there was a severe lack of confidence in the future of our travel plans due to our navigation skills. After some hugs and them wishing us luck, we eventually made it through security and onto the plane for the last hour and a half of our trip to Glasgow.
Although we felt a sudden wave of relief after walking off the plane and into the small Glasgow airport, we still had to figure out how to make it to Edinburgh on our own. Walking out of the airport, we laid our eyes on the rows of taxis waiting to take anyone with a credit card to wherever they needed to go. We hopped into the first cab that came to us and met Cornelius (Neil for short). He chatted us up and told us we were making a mistake going to Edinburgh over Glasgow. About halfway through our hour journey we had the pleasure of speaking to Neil’s wife via Bluetooth who told us that he was a bad driver. Thankfully, he proved her wrong and got us to our destination safely. Although we did come unnervingly close to some double decker buses.
Once we pulled up to our Airbnb Neil, who seemed to notice our hesitation on what apartment door we were supposed to go through, asked us if we had the lady’s phone number and called her to determine the correct door. After a little back and forth, Neil hung up and walked our bags to the correct door. We thanked him for good conversation and driving skills, and he thanked us for the £125 bill. After getting the key out of the lock box we opened the door to a much needed shower, and began our adventure.
Later we got locked in that same bathroom, but that’s a different story…