Exploring.

Day1: Arrival.

"The actual journey's always the best/worst part of a vacation."

I was excited. Excited over being in a new city, exploring someplace outside my regulars in Cardiff, that too, after a real long time. The last time I remember I was out on a worthwhile trip was in a place called Swansea. Anyway, most of the first day was basically about meeting my friend's (the one I lived with) flatmates, having dinner together and talking with them endlessly. Here's the funny part - in Scotland, it doesn't get completely before 11.30, and we had our dinner at 9.30. That was the time while the sun was just over the horizon, shining bright through the kitchen windows. I am not accustomed to having dinner while the sun is playing its games, and I have to admit it was a bit awkward. But I was grateful to the 12 hour journey that intensified my hunger.
Second glitch of the day: The first thing he served me was wine; this, after a 12 hour long journey where I hadn't eaten anything. I don't need to tell you what alcohol does to an empty stomach. Jesus's drink hit me right away, and before I realised, I was laughing hysterically at some parts which, if I remember correctly, were not meant to be laughed upon.
But the food was great. My friend cooked some fried chicken, and his Chinese flatmate had cooked chicken-and-musroom, which was served with rice. All in all, the food, wine, and a timeless conversation about China and India, music, art and movies gave it all the more homely feeling.
As night crept in, all me and my friend did was talk. He went on telling me how Amity had screwed him over multi million times, and how he rebeled against the teachers etc. More than him being the focus of attention, I was interested in the fact that one of my worst nightmares was actually an equally drastic experience for someone else too! And it was entertaining how he made every teacher that taught us look like bitches.