day 12. i turned on a tv for the first time in months while in bed at the Village Hotel. i was greeted with the familiar unpleasant news that we are all conditioned to consume. Scotland does not have a beans problem like they did in Ireland; i guess thats how the British keep them contained. a traditional Scottish brekfest sans any puddings. i really like the addition of the mushroom. i dislike buffet scrambie eggs — too much moisture while sweating in container. today was the day i picked up my horse and learned to joust. i made the journey downtown to Princess Street and hopped on a bus headed for Glasgow. my stop to pick up my horse was about 45 minutes from Edinburgh via the 900 bus. when i reached my stop, the pick up center was on the opposite side of the highway and i had to walk around a roundabout to get across the street.
