Sam and Jess came to visit me this weekend. Making me the happy bear that i am (when surrounded by people I love). On Friday it was Guy Fawkes Day! The day where the British commemorate a guy trying to blow up Parliament! By burning and blowing up stuff! (It's still unclear if they are commemorating the failed attempt or Fawkes' cause). The celebration involves lots of fireworks and bonfires. Alas, there was no fires in our vicinity (I think they are banned by Edinburgh council) - but there sure was a lot of fireworks. I convinced Jess and Sam to climb Arthur's Seat with me to watch all the fireworks happening all across Edinburgh and beyond. We started the climb around 7pm, in the windy, dark, and wet evening. The rocks were slippery and the occasional setting off of amateur fireworks sure made you feel like you were in a war zone instead the peaceful Scottish countryside, I don't think my guests were too happy. However we did make it to the top (finally). Only to be scared by the drunk people with explosives in their hands. (I should have know that since it's Scotland, every activity, even the kind that involves huge heights and dangerous explosives, will also include lots of alcohol.) You know what's harder then going up a mountain in complete darkness? Getting down a mountain in complete darkness! But we survived. End of boring story.
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