No doubt this was the night we sleep longer hours and being Saturday, the works in the hotel had not bothered us at all.
caught the restaurant opened by the hair and leave it at 9 to give breakfast. It is amazing what these people early riser.
By the way, great hotel and very good Scottish breakfast.
Back to the room by daylight, we could better see the wonderful views we had at the Gare Loch.
After loading the luggage in the car, we had a look round the facilities at the Rosslea Country Hotel, whose gardens care very inviting for a walk very early it was. There is nothing better to stretch to step on fresh grass while the birds are singing.
Nearby, in the same Rhu (pronounced "Row") we find a nineteenth century church, which stood out above all else its superb tower clock.
Along with it, was one of the darkest graveyards and worrying that we had seen (and had seen a few).
With his crooked tombstones, sunken and full of moss on the lawn, this small cemetery was really shocking. Imagine how it should be at night. The perfect setting to record a horror film. Only
missing fog and Maikel Jackson doing posturita.
road trip the two miles that separated us from Helensburgh, a small coastal town that was very busy on Saturday morning. could tell we were in a more urban area of \u200b\u200bScotland, with many shops and much more densely populated.
After buying supplies at a supermarket we came to a post office to change money. We had some euros in cash but we do not go free.
In return for our euros and a minimal fee, they gave us tickets Scots with the words "BANK OF SCOTLAND. With this money you can pay anywhere in the UK, although eye! English bank any money change you want, unless £ concerned with the words "BANK OF ENGLAND." Have this in mind if you have money left to return to Spain.
Near the post office, we met a group of elderly gentlemen wearing skirt and tie. Among them is a nice econtrar piper who had no objection to play something for us.
you can not make sense of what comes to thrill to the sound of bagpipes just two meters away. They put the willies.
folksy detail to appreciate the piper and we wanted to get a souvenir photo, to which the mild type not put any inconvenience.
Thanks for everything Mr. Piper.
At 11 am, we left to go towards Helensburgh Loch Lomond , the largest lake in Great Britain and also the favorite of the Scots.
Due to its proximity to two major cities Glasgow and Edinburgh on sunday (also available) attend mass there on weekends for fishing and water sports.
entire perimeter of the lake is full of life, especially a small town called Luss, whose cobbled streets are a delight for the senses. The houses seem
story and all without exception, are surrounded by beautiful flowers that make the ride becomes a delight.
Again, feeling Ibertren in Luss.
All streets converge in a small wooden jetty, where we stopped to have a beer.
is a pity that all the pictures we took of Luss and Loch Lomond unravels because of the memory card (with the obsolete reels this had not happened), but to make you a little idea of \u200b\u200bthe place, you can click here and here.
As the morning progressed, the area around Loch Lomond and the Trossachs National Park were filled with people and cars, so we decided to distance themselves from the sudden mass and head towards the city of Stirling to visit the impressive castle, one of the largest and most important next to Edinburgh Castle.
The strategic enclave the castle on top of a hill, is responsible they are so well preserved. It is said that whoever was in control of Stirling, Scotland had control. From this castle, King Robert the Bruce held off the English invaders during the Battle of Bannockburn in 1314 (they made the 13-14, hehehe), after which the Scots won almost three centuries of independence.
The truth is that the castle is awesome you look at it look.
To learn more about its history, rent headphones were giving us data from different sites and farms. Mari Carmen
But neither I nor we were getting in sync with special sound effects and we ended up seeing the castle every one to his ball.
The interior of the castle was full of gargoyles, passageways, secret tunnels and dungeons that gave him a very mysterious. In one building, there was also a Jacobite museum which housed an interesting collection of antiques.
During our visit to the Great Hall, we went to the royal throne to lay there, our illustrious buttocks, but desisted at once to see how he approached one of the guards of the castle. We thought we were going to take the anger but instead, the man offered to get a picture on the throne.
And not only that. It turned out that the guy was a fan of Spain and jumped more than twenty minutes chatting with us. Half of what he told us not understand it, but that was not important. We were amazed by the generosity of the Scots.
When it comes to the throne occur in a English castle, fixed just handcuffed in a van from the civil guard.
We went really amazed Stirling Castle , but before leaving, we wanted to immortalize the figure of one of the most admired heroes of the nation: the great king Robert the Bruce .
Look what heaven is in Scotland. What heaven!
Almost stuck to the castle is the cathedral of Stirling, one of the architectural symbols of the city.
From where we stood, there was some commotion around the cathedral, so we decided to get closer to see what the hell was happening.
On the descent towards the cathedral, we encountered some strange things as crows inquientante considerable size, and restaurants with names more or less suggestive.
Once in the cathedral, there arose the paparazzi to take you in and made our way through the crowd to check was what was happening in such a prestigious place.
When we saw it, both Carmen and I were totally ojipláticos, if there is one word.
was a fully fledged Scottish wedding!
The contracting .... Not so much.
After amusing incident, we took a little ride through the streets of Stirling and immediately headed for one of the most symbolic places in Scotland.
We were on the same land they defended to the death the great Mel Gib ... estoooooooo ..... William Wallace, better known worldwide as Braveheart .
This character is by far the most admired by the Scots and it is not surprising that in 1869 someone wanted to build this wonderful monument in his honor.
The Wallace Monument is an imposing tower 75 meters high, located on top of a hill. It is very near Stirling, on the outskirts of the city and a small mini-bus at certain intervals of time up to the enclosure of the tower.
We arrived in time to see how we lost the last bus so we had to agree to see the monument from a distance and share a couple of sandwiches with the hideous statue of William Wallace at the foot of the hill.
We amused the blatant resemblance to Mel Gibson and agree that they could haberselo currado a little better. The "Freedom" was not bad, but carving the word "Braveheart" in the arms seemed a tad shabby. Out of tune with the magic of the place.
was time to return to where we started and take a little time to this wonderful city called Edinburgh. But before kicking
, we wanted to locate the hotel where we would spend our last two nights in Scotland, to drop your bags and make sure everything was correct.
We had no problems in finding Northumberland Hotel to be in a broad avenue, near the center.
Before showing the room, the girl who was at the front desk told us something about a party, but he spoke so fast that we had some difficulties to understand and at the beginning, we understood that we had prepared a feast Welcome or something, but no.
She was referring to that night celebrating a birthday at the hotel until 12 o'clock at night would be loud music. He told us that he sent a mail for three days before we caught up and we would know without any problems with the music.
What the girl did not know was that we had been 6 days wandering around the country, so we told him was not any trouble.
joer, and we believe that the party was in our honor. Failure often transcription.
Although knowing the generosity of the Scots we have not the least surprised.
We left the luggage in the room not just look. We were anxious to see Edinburgh before dark and soon more than ten minutes to get downtown, where we had no trouble parking.
After uploading a bunch of stairs we reached the top of one of the seven hills of the city known as Calton Hill .
was our first objective, and from there you can see all of Edinburgh and is best seen where the size and grandeur of this beautiful city. The view on the main street, Princes Street is the best introduction to a first time visitor can get.
There are no words to describe the charm of a place. No matter where you looked. Everything seemed out of a fairy and not just buildings. Also floating in the air a pleasant characteristic odor, like baked potato and occasionally you could hear bagpipes in the distance.
was amazing. Looking
a city like this is when you understand why UNESCO has declared Edinburgh World Heritage.
And I do not exaggerate if I say I have fallen short.
got off walking to Princess Street when it began to rain heavily and we had no choice but to get to shelter under a canopy. At that time we seriously regret having forgotten the raincoats (and bibs) in the car.
things do not look very good so we decided to run to the car and return to the hotel., Hoping for better luck the next day.
Still, we had time to take some photos of the monument to Sir Walter Scott
Once
the hotel, put the clothes to dry and are dedicated to search a little room.
Not bad at all, although the hotel facilities and poor acoustic windows, leaving a bit to be desired. Except
Country of Rhu Rosslea, seemed more comfortable and better served the bed & breakfast hotels that propiamanete said. And of course, much cheaper.
We know for next time.
At 9 and a half ago, started the party at the hotel and we felt like the music came to our room with enough volume to recognize the songs, but without much hassle .
Since we had not been invited to the party, we got ours in the room and ended up dancing in his underwear to the sound of those 70's kitsch with jerky movements as Tony Manero.
At twelve o'clock the music stopped and no more than ten minutes passed before we fried as two marmots.
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