On our last day in Scotland, we went to the castle at Stirling and the view from the castle was breathtaking. The castle sits on a big rock that is in the middle of a plain where Stirling sits in the middle of the mountains. From outside of the castle, you could see in all directions and the weather was finally nice and clear, so we were able to take some great photos. We toured through the castle for about an hour, taking in the Dining Hall, the museum to Scottish soldiers, and the other smaller buildings that give us a glimpse into the life that was lived there a long time ago. Upon leaving the castle grounds, there is a small parking fee to be paid but the guy just walked off when I rolled the window to hand him the money so we just drove on and headed for Glasgow, our final stop before leaving Scotland. We dropped the car off and stored our bags in a locker at the bus station since we had all day to roam around. We headed off towards a part of the city that we hadn't seen previously after some lunch. Again, the food in Glasgow at a street stand type place is so cheap. We had burgers, fries, drinks, and a kebab sandwich for about 5 or 6 pounds and it was too much for us to finish everything. We found an area of the city that has a lot of churches around it near a university. The inside of the church is similar to most of the other churches you find around Europe, old stone carvings and impressive stained glass window displays. But this church had something that a lot of the old cathedrals don't, a very impressive cemetery out back. We made our way to the cemetery across a bridge and up the hill. The view from the place was beautiful, causing Iz to remark she wouldn't mind having this view after being buried herself. There were lots of statues to men and women who were prominent figures in the history of Glasgow and Scotland. A lot of the above ground mausoleums looked similar to the ones in Pere Lachaise cemetery in Paris. We had dinner with our friends at a local vegan restaurant that had a vegan take on haggis, and it was actually really good. Our friend Darren drove up to see us off and we climbed aboard our bus to head back to London for the weekend and dreading having to deal with another 8 hours in a bus. Luckily, there were no crying children this time, just rude people who don't understand the concept of a line.
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