Arrival & Public Transportation

When I got here I checked my e-mail, to find that my sister had described her trip to the new Harry Potter movie like this:

we had to take the bus, so we left here at 1:30. then swtiched buses twice, got to the theater, saw the movie at 3, then had to wait half an hour for a bus, wait another 45 minutes for the next bus, then switch once more before getting back here at at around 7:45.

I thought at least on the east coast they had some of that stuff figured out. I guess not though—by comparison, today my public transportation went like this:

9:30am - my alarm woke me up, damn thing.
10:30am - I roll out of bed and walk across campus to the train station
10:50am - I take the train to Brighton station
11:07am - I take the train to Gatwick Airport
11:42 - I get to the airport. Wheee!

So now I’m in scotland squatting at Brittany’s flat for the weekend, and looking forward to a good time! I’ll have pictures — this place is absolutely *beautiful*.

No really, it is. The first thing you notice is that there’s a huge Dracula castle framed against the overcast skyline on some rocky cliff overlooking the entire city. It just makes you want to cackle and go “vot a big…CASTLE!” and then, since the nearby country is psychotropic you get a satisfying and ominous crack of lighting and roll of thunder.