The Scots Entry
Well, I left Edinburgh a few hours ago,
so...
Greetings from a Virgin Rail
Train, somewhere south of Carlisle!
I
hope that all my hostel experiences are as great as what I had in Edinburgh.
The facilities were owned by the University of Edinburgh, and so we were
basically living in dorms -- small private rooms with a bed, desk, nightstand
and wardrobe, and 4 rooms shared one powder room and one full bathroom. Very
nice, very secure, and very close to the Royal Mile -- the center of
Edinburgh.
Unfortunately in my research
for the trip I didn't happen to notice the huge cultural festival that was
taking place during my visit (and pretty much all month long). The Fringe is a
huge arts festival with drama, music, comedy, etc. bringing people from all over
the world. Annoying people. Large crowds of
them.
When I was formulating this
entry, I thought about my own irrationality -- my overwhelming need for a large
quantity of personal space -- and how it was being tested by the large crowds of
people who seem to not care how many times they're bumped in a given moment. On
the other hand, it was nice, for a change, to be in a country focused on
rationality. One of the highlights of my visit was the Dynamic Earth museum in
Edinburgh, near Holyrood House. This large, technologically amazing exhibit
took visitors back in time to 14.5 billion years ago to observe the Big Bang,
and then forward through time to the formation of Earth, and its early aeons.
Large screens provided the sensation of motion over volcanic eruptions,
glaciers, and other formative forces. Further on there were exhibits
demonstrating evolution at work.
Such
an exhibit in the States would have had protesters out front, at least, and
objections (this exhibit was funded by National Lottery money), but I saw none
of that here.
The main thing that
I've had to explain to people here has been the religious fanaticism in American
society. It's not easy to do so, of course, because I don't really understand
it myself. I do my best to help the people here understand that we're not ALL
like that.
Of course, my cause isn't
helped by Americans at the festival who, to take one random example, stand up on
the stage with a foam block of cheese on their head (presumably a Wisconsonite),
playing guitar and singing "Jesus loves the little children."
Well, maybe he does. But so does
Michael Jackson, and you don't hear anyone composing songs about that.
Posted: Fri - August 18, 2006 at 10:18 PM
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