The flight was about 2 1/2 hours on Ryanair, one of Europe's most popular no-frills low cost airlines. The flight was actually kind of interesting-I had heard a lot of horror stories about Ryanair being bad, and not having any specifics I didn't quite know what to expect. What we got was exactly what they promised-no frills service and a trip to an out-of-the-way airport, but we arrived in Scotland for just a few pounds, to a windy Prestwick airport with scattered clouds blowing across the sky. Not bad at all.
Prestwick is about 25 miles from the city of Glasgow, and after getting our rental car (another Nissan Micra-the same car we end up with every time we rent a car in Europe, and EVERY time we've ended up returning the car with a missing hubcap), we were on our way into town. Since Scotland is part of the U.K. you drive on the left here, and it's always a little terrifying the first time we get on the road. It's also easy to forget, and every morning (or at various points throughout the day, like when we pull away from a restaurant onto a two-way road with no median), our mantra-left over from the trip to Ireland-is "we're... driving on the LEFT!!!" Chanting it-especially when the driver has forgotten and oncoming traffic is looming ever closer-seems to keep us out of mischief.The hotel-the Devoncove Hotel-was located in a very working-class neighborhood, which is almost always more interesting than the sterilized realms of the tourist resorts. Once we checked in we went for a short walk, stopping in for a burger and some really good tomato basil soup at a local pub. Indian restaurants abound-they're very popular throughout the U.K. and Ireland-but we'll save that for tomorrow night.
Dropping off to sleep-and the room is roasting. How on earth do we turn off the heat? There's a radiator in the room, but no switch or dial that we've been able to find seems to help matters. Ugh.
G'night!
-Leanne
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