Up at 9am after a ridiculous sleep, and we went to the worlds cutest tea shop for breakfast. It was called Eteaket, and it was in the New City, on Frederick Street. I had a bacon sandwich and Chili & Cherry Hot Chocolate, and Sinéad had granola and chamomile tea, because she’s fancy. The tea came out with the cutest little timer so you would know when it was perfectly brewed.
After breakfast, we went for a wander around the Princes Street Gardens, and, very important, we bought a selfie stick. Easily the best thing I’ve ever spent money on. Princes Street Gardens is a tiny public park right beside Waverley station, at the foot of Edinburgh Castle. It used to be the Nor Loch which surrounded the castle, but it was drained in the 1700’s, and the unearthed foundations of the New City were put there to create the Gardens. After the park, we walked to the castle, but it felt more like a hike.
Because we clearly don’t know everything, we decided to walk the only way that was obvious to us: up. Apparently there was another way that was not only shorter, but right beside where we had been that morning. Not ones to ever do things the easy way, we walked up an artificial hill called the Mound, which felt like whatever the opposite to abseiling is. This road was at such a high angle, we were genuinely surprised to see cars going up it, and they weren’t able to drive down because they would gain too much speed. We died.
At the top of or hike, we came across the Witchery by the Castle, which is a Gothic high brow restaurant that we could in no way afford, so we rambled around and took photos. Across from the Witchery is the Camera Obscura, with walls covered in these hilarious mirrors, so one again we took photos.
After that, we walked up and around the Castle for a while. It was amazing, being up so high, you could see the entire city from over the wall. On our way back down, we stopped at Deacon’s House Café on Brodie’s Close for coffee and cake. They had a statue of the Deacon outside, so of course I took selfies with it.
On our way back to the hostel before lunch, we stopped into some shops where we found the coolest stuff.
After lunch, we decided to walk to The Palace of Holyrood House, which is the Royal Residence in Scotland. Mary Queen of Scots lived here during her reign. The Palace is at the very end of the Royal Mile, so we rambled down the whole street and passed some cool pubs on our way. This awesome and witchy clock is on the Tollbooth, which used to be where people convicted in the city were tried, tortured and jailed but now it’s a pub. Obviously.
My favourite of all these pubs, The World’s End, is at World’s End Close, which is so named because when Edinburgh was a walled city, the wall ended at this pub. The people couldn’t afford the toll to come back inside the wall’s so very few left and to them, the world really did end at this wall.
By the time we got to the Palace, it had closed for the night, but I was determined to get a photo anyway, so I enlisted my trusty selfie stick. I stuck it through the bars of the gate and got these two crappy photos, but we had to run away before I could get more because typical me, I was trespassing on Royal property. And I didn’t even realize until Sinéad spotted the security guard heading straight for us.
After my misdemeanor, we went for dinner in a restaurant called Burgers & Beers. I loved how over-explanatory the name of the place was. My burger was called the Marcellus Wallace and it had peanut butter on it. Literally the best thing I’ve ever tasted, from one of my favourite movies ever.
Pubs of the night:
The Banshee’s Labyrinth, Deacon Brodie’s Tavern and The Hive
First, we went to Deacon Brodie’s Tavern for a quiet pint after dinner. It was a classic old man pub, and there were insanely loud American’s present so we left as soon as possible, and went to the Banshee’s Labyrinth.
This pub was awesome, and part of it is a refurbished section of the Edinburgh Vaults. It prizes itself as the most haunted pub in Scotland, so how could we not feel at home there? We ordered the Cocktail of the Day, called the Hulk. It was awesome, but I can now officially say that I have accidentally drank absinthe. That was an experience.
Up the road from the Banshee’s Labyrinth was the worst night club I’ve ever been to – the Hive. I hate
most all nightclubs, but I hate this one the most. I actually pretended to be special at one stage, just to get the creeps to stay away from me. But they had £1 Gin & Tonic, so Sinéad and I tucked up in a corner and danced to Busted all night, only to remember that we had to be up a 9 the next morning to check put. Yay.
Check back tomorrow to read about Day Three!