Glasgow

Sharmanka Theatre in Glasgow has Kinetic Art that's unlike anything I've seen before. One reason for flying out of Glasgow was to be able to see a show. It's sort of steampunk puppetry with Rube Goldberg movements and music.

I booked us in the Kimpton Blythswood Square Hotel because it was the only one with double bed accommodations available the days we were there and it looked great online.

We were exhausted and decided to go to bed early, but the room was hot. And muggy. I couldn't keep the window open because we were over the central shaft and there were garbage bins and stank below. No matter how much I tried to get the air conditioning working, it was still hot. And muggy. I even googled the user manual for the system. Still hot. And muggy. I called the front desk and greeted them at the door in my jam-jams and they tried getting it to work. Still hot. And muggy. I called again. They brought up a portable air conditioner.

We saw the clock strike 2:00. 3:00. 4:00. We finally slept. But we missed out on a day in Glasgow.

This is what a tired kid looks like.

 We decided to do a cab tour so we could at least see some of the city and the driver was really nice and agreed to drop us off at the theatre for the show. Along the way, we saw:

This church is gigantic. It's like a TARDIS -- bigger on the inside. We went in, then down, then over, then around...it just kept going.

Fact.

That night after the show, we went back to the hotel to meet up with Victoria, a fellow Fulbrighter now living in Scotland just outside Glasgow. We agreed to meet in the hotel restaurant and Viv took a picture of the lights.
The macaroni and cheese with brisket? Otherworldly.

 

Vivian is a big fan of Victoria.

So am I.

And then, and then, and then...it was time to go home.