Radio DJ's Speaking German with a Scottish Accent Part 1

So we've managed to make it back to another library in another town. Vivienne, who owns the cottage we were staying in (and is a wonderfully nice person), was going to town and offered to give us a ride. It turned out to be only 6 miles from where we're staying tonight, so it worked out perfectly, and cut our taxi fare considerably. So, we're limited on time again with the library computers, but we've got 15 minutes to spare this time instead of 5, so I'll try and give a quick recap of our trip so far.

The flight was uneventful, and therefore wonderful. We were able to sleep 5 out of 7 hours of the transatlantic flight (Benadryl-very good idea). Customs and immigration went surprisignly smoothly, after all the mess we'd been through getting our passports back. They were a little suspicious of me, but in the end did let me in with just my ferry ticket to Paris as my evidence of leaving the country. Now I just need to get another plane ticket back to America before we go to Paris, so that I can reenter the UK again from there. So praise the Lord for all of that-it went miraculously well.

So then we still had to make it to Buckie, a small Scottish fishing village. I was thinking the other night, our chain of non-stop transportation since the wedding has been pretty crazy. We took a limo, to a car, to a plane, to a bus, to a train, to a taxi. So that's a summary of a good portion of our day the 20th of July. The details of all that are largely boring, other than the fact that I think we made quite a few people angry on the train with all our baggage (a year's worth) splaying about all over the place. But we finally made it, and aside from those we annoyed on the train, everyone has been really nice.

Our cottage was wonderful, small and cozy but plenty of space for just the two of us. We managed to pick up some groceries before we got our taxi, so we were pretty much set for the next few days. We had to explore though, of course, so, despite the rain, we walked the three miles into town (when we were able to make the last post) and saw all the splendours of tiny Buckie. It certainly wasn't a tourist town, but we quite enjoyed getting a taste of every day life up here. The ocean crashing over the rocks, misting us with spray and terrifying winds even a few hundred yards back on the street we were standing on, was awful and beautiful. We enjoyed a nice pie and chip dinner from a local restaurant which we ate on the go. It certainly wasn't what we expected, but we really did enjoy it.


Alright, my computer time's almost up. I'll have to finish this with Part 2 soon, which hopefully I can also explain the title.