So, fairly late in the day we went off in search of two pubs, both of them in the brother’s pub guide. Both were quite good, though very different: the first — Bannerman’s — was a rock n’ roll dive, playing rock and metal to a crowd that ranged from stoner to old grungy guy. The second place — The Bow Bar — was a nicer spot, which offered 140 single malt whiskies, and some tasty crisps. That took us ’til about 9:30. Then began the trek for food.

We hunted high and low, old town and new, but pretty much every place was too touristy (and thus, too expensive) or was closing down. After 45 minutes we found a decent looking Indian place that would serve us. After all that food and a large Cobra, we were pretty full. We tried the pubs along the Grassmarket, but they were all too jampacked. And so they remain, as I can still hear outside our hotel even now. Edinburgh’s great, very old and amazing to look at, but JESUS there are a lot of pissheads here.

Gonna try to get some sleep now.