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Scottish Adventurrres 2 - Not a Good Start
Jun. 9th, 2007 08:38 amSo I get into Dundee and proceed to completely ignore ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zapgun4hire's directions. This led to three things:
1) I should listen to Brian more.
2) I saw far more of Dundee then I initially intended.
3) I am a yogurt head.
My plan, after a passing glance at a map was to head west from the train station until I got to Bellefield Avenue (where Brain lives). Problem was, the west road I took does not actually connect with Bellefield. So I ended up overshooting by several kilometers.
Now this would have been OK If I was just walking. It would have still been OK if I just had my big backpack (which is more-or-less ergonomic). It would have still been OK with the pack and being up for better then 24 hours. But I had the pack and the sleep deprivation and an extra shoulder bag that through off my balance and required me to switch shoulders ever block or so.
So I wandered around Dundee (coming within one block of my goal) for one and a half hours before I finally broke down and bought a map. At my usual rate of speed that means I walked around with 20 kilos of extra weight, for about 8K, when I should have only walked 2K.
And there was much harsh language.
Dundee (and by extension, Europe) has labyrinthine streets that appear to have been designed by either a madman or a committee of retards. Possibly it's a committee of retarded mad men. Also, the street signs are placed on buildings, stone walls, missing all together and the signs themselves don't follow a single style. The more I travel the more I'm convinced that Calgary had the most rational road numbering system on the face of the Earth - when they actually followed it.
Another observation: Scots don't wear hats (which is odd considering the weather). This meant I was wandering around Dundee as the only person wearing a hat. I got a lot of strange looks as well a few comments suggesting I was a "cowboy". It's not a cowboy hat fuckers!
OK, I'm a little more rested now after my mistake. Time to go out for some lunch with the Brain, as well as an opportunity to view things without the weight of a thousand black holes on my shoulders, skewing my views and attitude.
zapgun4hire's directions. This led to three things:1) I should listen to Brian more.
2) I saw far more of Dundee then I initially intended.
3) I am a yogurt head.
My plan, after a passing glance at a map was to head west from the train station until I got to Bellefield Avenue (where Brain lives). Problem was, the west road I took does not actually connect with Bellefield. So I ended up overshooting by several kilometers.
Now this would have been OK If I was just walking. It would have still been OK if I just had my big backpack (which is more-or-less ergonomic). It would have still been OK with the pack and being up for better then 24 hours. But I had the pack and the sleep deprivation and an extra shoulder bag that through off my balance and required me to switch shoulders ever block or so.
So I wandered around Dundee (coming within one block of my goal) for one and a half hours before I finally broke down and bought a map. At my usual rate of speed that means I walked around with 20 kilos of extra weight, for about 8K, when I should have only walked 2K.
And there was much harsh language.
Dundee (and by extension, Europe) has labyrinthine streets that appear to have been designed by either a madman or a committee of retards. Possibly it's a committee of retarded mad men. Also, the street signs are placed on buildings, stone walls, missing all together and the signs themselves don't follow a single style. The more I travel the more I'm convinced that Calgary had the most rational road numbering system on the face of the Earth - when they actually followed it.
Another observation: Scots don't wear hats (which is odd considering the weather). This meant I was wandering around Dundee as the only person wearing a hat. I got a lot of strange looks as well a few comments suggesting I was a "cowboy". It's not a cowboy hat fuckers!
OK, I'm a little more rested now after my mistake. Time to go out for some lunch with the Brain, as well as an opportunity to view things without the weight of a thousand black holes on my shoulders, skewing my views and attitude.
