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Sum It Up Sunday - A Glasgow (and About) Wander

Wandering is my way. I often get lost, lose things, forget things behind in the hotel (like my scarf this morning, ugh…). And yet I still get where I want to be. Not your typical tourist, I’ll walk for miles through areas that most folks would avoid, in order to find an out-of-the-way place to eat.

The coast of Troon, as one does…

The coast of Troon, as one does…

Tourist sights and tours hold no fascination for me. I’d rather sit in a small cafe drinking tea and eating, what was quite possibly the best scone of my existence, in the small village of Troon than look at any old church any old day. (#notvegan, get over it)

Oh  Blueberry’s  you leave no scone unturned!

Oh Blueberry’s you leave no scone unturned!

Sometimes, when I travel, fish happens.

Sometimes, when I travel, fish happens.

Troon is also where I wandered past lumber yards and auto mechanics down to the coast line to order up some fish and chip at The Wee Hurrie. Yeah, it ain’t vegan, but I’m in the land where fish and chips is a religion, and as food is my manna I’m going to dig in.

This non-touristy wander also means I get work done in libraries when I can. Sometimes I’m writing for the podcast and blog. Other times I’m working on the freelance writing I’m picking up here and there. I’m also doing what I can to get more folks intereted in buying my book. (You remember the book don’t ya? Clarke Wanders: The World) Ulitmately this is how I want to live. I like not needing to buy knick knacks, or listening to someone drone on about the history of a place.

The Hillhead Library,  Glasgow. It’s out-of-date carpet belies the fact that it is a very lovely place to get work done.

The Hillhead Library, Glasgow. It’s out-of-date carpet belies the fact that it is a very lovely place to get work done.

One of my other favorite thing about this life I’m slowly carving out for myself is the travel moments that make me laugh. Little snapshots of people watching and the variety of life that you find as you wander. For instance:

  • I was doing one of thoe epic walks of mine, up a large outside flight of stairs when I heard this “clomp, clomp” coming from behind me. This tiny Asian gal stomping her way up the stairs quickly, and loudly, passed me.

  • Back in Edinburgh, there was an older lady playing Danny Boy on a ukelele as I was getting some work done in the Scottish Poetry Museum.

  • Also in Edinburgh, there was a Greek Lady in the hostel who sang when she laughed. I legitimately thought she was crying the first time I heard it.

  • Here in Glasgow, just yesterday, as I was walking down the street a young girl, in her school uniform, with the pudgiest cheeks, was walking along as if she, at the age of 6 or 7, was queen of all she surveyed. I thought about curtseying, but just got out of her hignness’ way.

  • My favorite “how Scottish is this” was when a woman ran by me in a running kilt. Because of course she did…

Glasgow is more to my liking than Edinburgh. It’s a less touristy, more university city. The food is cheaper and more diverse. It is also grungier. As I look over the walkway along the River Clyde, that there is litter all about. A perfectly reasonable place for the #trashtag movement to take hold.

The very best meal, so far, was at an Italian deli here in Glasgow. The Glasgow Vegan Guide reccomended it for lunch, so for lunch I went. The pasta at Eusebi Deli is housemade and the side of charred broccolini and romanesco was perfect. Their menu let’s you know where the vegan dishes are and all I ate there was.

Arrabbiata you make me so very very happy!

Arrabbiata you make me so very very happy!

Today I’m in Balloch. There wasn’t a food destination, there was, however, a bus ticket that needed to be used to justify my mistake in buying it. (Oooops…) Loch Lomand is here. As in…

O ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low road

And I'll be in Scotland afore ye

But me and my true love will never meet again

On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond…

Loch Lomand in all her mid morning glory.

Loch Lomand in all her mid morning glory.

Honestly, I think the low road is more my style. I’m off to Oban tomorrow and the Isle of Mull. What shenanigan await me there?

Like I said, low road. HA!

Like I said, low road. HA!