On the day of my husband’s birthday we left Edinburgh and went to Glasgow by bus. Upon arriving at Buchanan bus station we immediately took another bus that would take us close to the FC Celtic‘s stadium. Yep, with our suitcases! It wasn’t a short drive and we ended up far away from the center in a neighbourhood that didn’t look very inviting or tourist-friendly. The streets were almost empty and the people we did see gave us strange looks. However, we didn’t have to walk really far from the bus stop to the football stadium.
My husband was thrilled when we got to the stadium and we were lucky enough to see the team board their bus (they were obviously going to a match somewhere). My husband (then still my boyfriend) even took a photo of Celtic‘s manager! I was pretty much indifferent to the entire situation since the only reason we were there was his wish and my good-will 🙂 Then he went to the fan shop and got himself a football scarf. I was getting really hungry and when I’m hungry I’m not peachy to be around so we had early lunch at the first place we came across which was a rather small and dingy-looking establishment. I felt like I was in Lock, Stock and two smoking barrels movie. Also, I found it more difficult to understand English spoken in Glasgow than in Edinburgh.
After the lunch we caught our bus back to the main bus station. From there we walked to our hotel. We stayed at a hostel in Edinburgh but I found us a great deal for a night in Glasgow in one of Travelodge hotels. That room was far cheaper than our hostel room off Royal Mile in Edinburgh. Following a quick power nap we were ready to explore Glasgow. I wanted to see the Tenement house which was near our hotel but it was already closed. Pity! It shows the way of life in the early 20 th century so that would have been interesting to visit. Glasgow surprised me because I didn’t expect it to be so hilly. Furthermore, it looked very different from Edinburgh and it seemed like it was less visited by tourists. So we found our way to the center and Sauchiehall Street which is full of restaurants that are cheaper than in Edinburgh.
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