Our last day in Edinburgh we toured a cemetery, and took a ghost tour on a double decker bus. It was probably the most touristy thing we did, but because riding a double decker bus was on my bucket list they had me at “the UK’s ONLY comedy-horror theater experience on wheels.”
I’m in! Take my money.
We were dangerously close missing the bus altogether. When we got to the location 7 minutes before the tour was scheduled to leave, it started to make us a little nervous that there was no bus waiting. Seconds later we discover that we are half a mile from the right location which included running up 6 more flights of stairs. WE RAN and made it just in time, completely out of breath, sweaty and exhausted and were greeted by our guide. A very handsome man, who could have used a little more dental hygiene.
The bus was great because it winded us through parts of Edinburgh that we hadn’t seen yet since we didn’t have a car there. Greyfriar’s Kirk, Grassmarket, The Old Town, The New Town, The Castle, the Backside of Arthur’s Seat, it was a great way to see the city that didn’t require us to walk.
Being a bus driver on those tiny streets would definitely make the blood pressure hit some new highs for me, I have no idea how they do it. The roads are narrow and winding and hilly, the bus remained upright, but I have no idea how.
Riding on the top deck was fun and the guide spent equal time on both levels and when he wasn’t on our level, he spoke into a camera that we could see. He was funny and quirky and it was a great way to spend the evening.
We stopped at St. Cuthbert’s Graveyard and there we got to walk around and hear stories about children who haunted the cemetery and the meaning of the phrases dead ringer, and saved by the bell. The stones are covered in the most beautiful green moss aging them to perfection. The gravestones are like stories, so much information about the family contained. The trees were just budding out and the cherry blossoms were fresh too. It was beautiful and haunting. The closest thing we have in the states is in New Orleans.
When we arrived back, the sun finally came out and hit the Bank of Scotland with such pretty light I couldn’t resist grabbing this photo. Sun in Scotland is a premium. Our weather for the trip was amazing and we never ran into any midges, so I highly recommend May 1-15th to travel to Scotland.
More Scotland to Come
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