WWWWEEEEEUUUUUU WWWWEEEEEEUUUUU WWWWEEEEEEUUUU !!!!!
What the h_l??? Whats that f___ing load noise??? WWWWEEEEUUUUU WWWWEEEEEUUUUU WWWWEEEEEUUUUUU ….
Oh ok… its only the hotel owner who´s making bacon for breakfast…. great…
Oh well… I guess it was time to get out of bed anyway…
So far this trip it had been an interesting experience of all kind so when I realized the fire alarm went off I laughed out load. Why not? It just had to be? Right? Right!
It was the last day in Edinburgh and I was gonna take the day as it come. Take a nice stroll and see what the city had to offer that day. I threw the camera over my shoulder and went on an adventure.
It was hot and humid and the light was actually really bad for photography but hey… it wasn´t raining! Again a walked up on Princess Street and toke a turn up towards the Royal Mile and the castle. I wanted other pictures then the usual that everyone ells toke. I wanted forgotten walkways, hidden arches and dark alleys. Places from the past and where I could feel the long history talk to me.
I also wanted pictures of people and perhaps not the ordinary that associated with Scotland. I was looking for more of today people in the historic environment. Odd and a little strange maybe.
Anyway… whatever came in my way that I liked and suited my wishes.
You could not ignore this stores course they where everywhere!
I did find my people that I was looking for. This girl I think had rubber bands in her body. She twisted and turned her arms and legs in this positions that you and I could not believe existed.
It almost hurt just watching her but she was very photogenic so I was happy.
In the corner beside her stood this gentlemen and looked all confused.
Yesh!!! I found my Scotsman!!! A haircut, shave and a shower perhaps…
Look close on this stairs…. think of all the people who put their footprint on there and made the stones all worn.
I would´nt go here a late night….
Streets of Edinburgh
I just had to go visit Greyfriars Bobby who became known in 19th-century Edinburgh for spending 14 years guarding the grave of his owner, John Gray (Old Jock), until he died himself on 14 January 1872.