Just a wee trip to Scotland, lads and lasses

Here's your travel tip of the day - do not take an overnight bus after the age of 25, unless there are beds to lie down in (think Knight Bus, Harry Potter style).  You will not sleep well on a night bus, and unless you are in that magical time of life when a lack of sleep doesn't slow you down at all, you will feel it.  Boy, will you.  

We happily managed to get on a bus that wasn't making any stops between London and Edinburgh (pronounced Edinborough, or Edinburuh) and so arrived at our destination at like 6:30 am.  We walked up to our hostel, and then I saw this across the street:

They didn't call it Castle Rock Hostel for nothing!  Oh, click here for a picture of the actual hostel we stayed in.  Right?!  Anyway, we did the whole checking in process but couldn't get into our rooms until like 2 pm, so we freshened up, dropped our bags in the storage room, and went out for breakfast.  And I had the full English, which looks a little bit like this:

Eggs, bacon, sausages, blood sausage (gross), a roasted tomato, baked beans (not like our baked beans) and a potato scone.  YUM.  I almost ate the whole gosh darn thing.  After breakfast we went down the Royal Mile to Holyrood Palace, which is where the Queen stays when she's in Scotland and where she has her annual Garden Party.  We got there right before it opened, waited in line and bought tickets, and then went in with our audio guides for a li'l tour.  We weren't allowed to take photos inside the palace, but I did get some awesome shots of the outside and some ruins at the back:

And I'm gonna end that post here, 
a) because I'm sleepy and need to go to bed
b) because I took a LOT of pics in Scotland, so there will be multiple posts

I'll leave you with this thought - my Scottish accent wasn't all that bad.