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To blow away my facade, here are my hilarious efforts to begin this trip report compliments of google docs.


I am in Scotland, spectacularly jet lagged, and typing on a keyboard with a wonky left shift and - wait for it - Enter key. This is going to be very, very bad for a few days.

I really so prefer traveling to \j - see? that’s going to just keep happening - Japan because you arrive just in time for dinner which you don’t need because you’re stuffed full of airplane food which is just adequate enough that you’ve given in and eaten it, and then you can go to bed. Yes, the flight is ridiculously long, but you are allowed to collapse at the end of it. Here, I walked much too far, was shown around, have sat in a hot bath, raided the guide books and dvds, begun this - and it isn’t even noon. I’ve been awake long enough that \i don’t want to find out exactly how long it’s been and \i could crash at any point. Annoying that shift thing, isn’t it?

So I walked too far because - as usual - I got a bit turned around the first couple of tries, but luckily at least …

One nap and 13,865 steps later, I’m back, to start at the beginning.

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Another delightful false start. Now it’s nearly 2am local time and I’ve napped and am up again. Maybe it’s hard to start the proper trip report because I’ve walked about ten miles today but not actually seen anything as other than a drive-by.


Flying sucks. Stupid necessary evil!

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