Got to Edinburgh early in the morning and made a bee-line to a hostel highly recommended in the LP. Turned out to be a real dive, but oh well. Walked past Holyrood - another of Lizzie's palaces - and around the Salisbury Crags for some lovely views. Did a spectacular face-plant, witnessed by a lady walking behind me who said "oh, I'm so sorry" a lot.
Walked to the castle. These castle towns are certainly hilly. Swarms of tourists and shops selling kilts and whiskey. The castle is pretty amazing - a lot more history than I have any grasp on, as usual. The Scottish Crown Jewels exhibition was silly - twenty minutes of dioramas and models, crawling along too bloody slowly, to see a crown and a sceptre in a box. Everything else was grand, though.
Went to the art gallery but was too tired to really appreciate it, as well as the dumbest museum ever - a museum dedicated to the Bank of Scotland. Why I do not know.
Wandered through Edinburgh a bit more. There's an awful lot here for a city the size of Woolongong. Combination of compactness, history, national capital, tourism, and culturedness. Woolongong has none of the above.
Also, there's an awful lot of punks here. I quite like the extreme-mullet haircut in particular; shaven head plus ponytail.
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