Isle of Arran

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Arran ist a beautiful island on the west coast of Scotland. It’s a 2-hour-drive from Edinburgh to get to the ferry, and around an hour on the ferry to actually get to the island. Or, to put it another way, Scotland is a quite small country and it’s easy to get from one side to the other. And I was lucky enough to have a lovely group of people to go there with.

mapHaving brought lots and lots of food, we planned on staying at a camping site near Brodick. When we got to the island, it was pouring and some of us were sceptical already whether we would really make it into our tents properly dry. After a bit of an excursion we built up the first tent, and when it turned out to be „completely soaked“, we gave up and David managed to find a bunkhouse that had a room for ten people to stay in. (Summarizing this in three sentences feels so weird, since the actual process of finding the camping site – finding the site facilities on the gigantic camping site – building up a tent – tearing apart a tent – driving back – getting lost in the middle of all the fog – driving to the bunkhouse took at least 2 hours, probably significantly more). Anyway, we got there, it was nice and lovely and it had hot showers and heating and a sofa – all was fine again. The evening passed away with onesies, drinks, werewulves, missing people, barefoot walks through the pouring rain, excursions to the beach, and cookies, and turned out to be quite a bit too much for a few people, who subsequently decided not to join us for hiking the next day.

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First Glance at Ireland

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img_2852This weekend, we went to Dublin. And around Dublin.
Going to Ireland seems like a no-brainer once you’re in Scotland, since Ireland is quite literally just around the corner. It takes less than 50 minutes to fly from Edinburgh to Dublin, and equally so to fly to Belfast. They even share a language, Gaelic, though there are (as far as I’ve been told) significant differences between Irish and Scottish Caelic. Anyway, my point is, Ireland is close to Scotland and if you’re in the region anyway, have a look.

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Glasgow & Great Scottish Run

img_2693Glasgow is a city in Scotland. I didn’t really know anything else about it when I first signed up for the Glasgow Half Marathon, called the „Great Scottish Run“, somewhere around July. All I knew was that I was going to be in Edinburgh and that in order to get myself to run more or less regularly, I should sign up for a running event once in a while. And Glasgow was the first to pop up on Google.

img_2700Turns out, there’s much more to Glasgow than just a nice running opportunity. I decided to go there early on the day before, partly because I screwed up the registration and my equipment was sent to my place in Germany and I had to get a replacement package, party because I wanted to see Glasgow if I was going to be there anyway. It turned out to be just an hour and a cheap bus ride from Edinburgh, so it’s actually not that big a deal to get there once in a while.

img_2686Anyway. While driving on the bus through the Glasgow suburbs, I was amazed by how much it looks nothing like Edinburgh. While Edinburgh is old, medieval, confusing and rather rundown than rich, Glasgow is obviously younger, industrial, modern, built in chessboard-blocks and you can almost smell the wealth (to quote Katherine Price) in the city centre, while the suburbs look rather like the ones where Monty Python once sang „every sperm is sacred“. The city centre itself is surprisingly small. I walked around randomly on day one, and that is not what one should necessarily do in Glasgow, as it turns out you can walk pretty far without getting anywhere interesting in a city made of giant company building blocks.However once you find the actual centre, which consists mainly of George Square and the surrounding one square mile or so, it’s a quite pretty place for shopping (assuming that you are loaded), eating and watching Scottish people. The amount of actually Scottish-sounding people in Glasgow is amazing in comparison to Edinburgh, which seems to mainly consist of international students and tourists.

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The Hairy Coo Tour

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scotlandHave you ever seen a Hairy Coo? Well, why would you. But that is not the actual point of this post, and we’re going to get to that later. The Hairy Coo Company organises bus tours throughout Scotland and to basically any place that a tourist might find interesting. I actually never heard of them, but a friend of mine did and since they offer a free bus tour which takes up a whole day and goes to some interesting places, we decided that we would take the risk. (Obviously, „free“ is somewhat uneconomical for a full day’s tour, so they expect you to pay a respectable „tip“ for their free services – however the concept of putting the decision of how much it’s worth in the visitors‘ hands is somewhat couragious and confident at the same time.)

img_2386We started at around 9 in the morning from the very centre of Edinburgh. That may not sound too early, but it was a Sunday morning and sunrise is already getting noticeably later here, so in some ways it felt like the setting of a zombie-apocalypse-movie. After a wee bit of driving, we ended up at the famous „Forth Bridge“. (This is not the Forth Bridge on the picture, but some railway bridge next to it, which is however way more beautiful than the Forth Bridge and therefore I chose this picture.) Anyway, this was just – as would many more of the upcoming stops – a photo-taking opportunity, and ten minutes later we were back on the bus and on we went.

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Was machst du hier eigentlich?

Zu den elementaren Fragen, die man eigentlich jedes Mal zu hören bekommt, wenn man jemand Neuen im Uni-Kontext kennenlernt, gehört: Und, was studierst du hier so?

Kennt man ja: Aufstieg und Niedergang
Kennt man ja: Aufstieg und Niedergang. Literaturbeispiel zum „Fall of Rome“-Seminar, aus Ward-Perkins: Fall of Rome and the End of a Civilization.

Gute Frage. Zunächst: „Classics“ hat, entgegen volksetymologischer Intuitionen, nichts mit Musik zu tun. Und nichts mit Theater. „Classics“ in Großbritannien ist aber auch nicht das, was „Latein“ oder „Latein und Altgriechisch“ auf dem Kontinent ist. Es ist auch nicht „Alte Geschichte“. Am ehesten kann man es vielleicht mit „Altertumswissenschaften“ fassen, aber auch das bleibt wackelig. „Classics“ ist hier im Kern alles, was mit der Antike zu tun hat. Da ich ein Masterprogramm absolviere, habe ich dabei eine relativ freie Wahl, wie ich mich spezialisiere (oder auch nicht) und ob ich mich mit Homer, retro-attischen Fischgedichten, den archäologischen Überresten eisenzeitlicher Kuhherden, dem Fall des römischen Imperiums oder byzantinischer Kunstgeschichte beschäftigen will.

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Today we climbed

arthursseatimg_2168(The title being an allusion to Katherine Price’s awesomest of all travel blogs,) I would like to announce that I finally got to the (very) top of Arthur’s Seat today, and although I have climbed this giant piece of highlands in the middle of the city before, I never got to the actual top. Once we started, we got a slight bit of a first idea of what we were getting into when we finally arrived in front of the smaller rock left from our actual target. We were chasing the sunset and as you will notice in the picture, while the sun was still shining on Arthur’s Seat, it was surely not any more at our current position at it’s very bottom. So the speeding up process began.

img_2219When Elli started saying that we would never make it to the top until sunset and things went steeper up, we got a little quieter (and out of breath), but looking behind we were already able to see the skyline of Edinburgh drawning in the blue-violet-ish light of the sun disappearing behind the small layer of clouds covering the horizon. It is amazing how the most common natural sights such as that of a sunset over an old city, looked at from the top of a mountain, have a soothing and at the same time a bit intimidating effect on you that makes you feel small in terms of the sheer size of things.

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