Hylander!

London was sad. I hate goodbyes. Well, saying goodbye to London probably wouldn't be so bad, but saying bye to all my mates.... hrm...
Though, as I was coming in from Heathrow, I saw a Sainsbury's and thought, "home" even though it really isn't. I probably won't miss Sainsbury's so much, its not like it was any sort of special grocery store. But still. Not seeing the familiar orange lettering... it just won't be the same.
Then Edinburgh for the night, back to the hostel I was at over Easter holiday. Boy, that was weird. Almost everyone I knew had gone. In fact, everyone I knew from MArch, all the ones I'd hoped would be there had moved on... except for the very one that I'd hoped wouldn't be. Not that it was so bad, I barely saw him, just a bit in the morning, and I don't know if he even remembered me. So whatev. I guess no hard feelings.

Left for the Haggis Tour the next morn, saw the gorgeousness of the highlands, all windswept and lonely. Heard the many lame jokes (a few good ones too) of our pretty cool, but still slightly weird, slightly off tour guide. Glencoe, Isle of Skye, Loch Ness, Battlefield of Culloden, &c.






Now for festival time; quite looking forward to it! Staying with me mate Leonard, who I'm happy is getting settled, but I'm sad is here. Even though it's good while I'm here, it's not good when I go home in a few short days... Seems to be just a load of goodbyes. Maybe just goodbye-for-now, but you know how those things go... sometimes you just lose touch.

M@t with whom I'm staying in London seems to not care when he loses touch. Just not too bothered.... I wonder if he'll feel the same when we lose touch.



I wonder if any of my other UK/travel friends will feel like that too....

Anyway, its festival time. Happy thoughts, lets go fly.