So that was a bad experience.
Then we went to Dunoon. There's some kind of manor house there but it was closed. We went to the visitor information center and asked what else there was to do in Dunoon and he said, "Everything is closed for the season." So we looked in the shops and she bought a few cheap items.
Then we went to the cinema to see It's a Wonderful Life but were told that the website was wrong and it won't be for another hour. So my ladyfriend says, "Let's just go back to Glasgow." I say okay.
The cinema was one of the things that we came to see. It was the only thing on the iternerary that was open. But she doesn't want to bother so she wants to go back to Glasgow after only three hours. We get to the waiting trailer for the ferry back to Gourock and I convince her of the benefits of seeing this cinema. It's small, it's kind of old, it's a slice of small town Scottish life. She agrees.
So we go back to the cinema. We get the tickets. We're the only people in the cinema. The manager or whoever comes in and asks us if we want the colourised version or the black and white. My ladyfriend suggests the colourised version, which wouldn't be my first instinct, but in hindsight, was a good decision. We'd already seen the black and white version twice.
So a pretty bad experience. The cinema experience was nice and the ferry ride but I don't know. Not much to do there, particularly in the winter.
Third day, we went to Edinburgh. She wanted to see the Christmas market.
It was chock a block with humanity. We didn't stop at any of the stands selling crap. It wasn't possible to do so. There were people all around you at all times. You had to shuffle along. Absolutely horrendous. And this shit goes on. It's on three levels. I should also mention that it was cold.
So after a while, I said, "What are we even doing here? Do you intend on buying anything?" She said that she has to see things before she decides whether or not she's going to buy but that we can leave.
So we went to some ice sculpture thing. The woman out there tells us that we're in the wrong queue. You have to go to the queue that sells tickets. This queue is for ticket holders. So I ask where this other queue is. She says, "On the other side."
We get to the other side and don't see any queue. We walked all the way around this ice sculpture building and didn't see any ticket queue. I said that I refuse to ask that woman again. My ladyfriend didn't want to ask her either. So she asked somebody else who also gave a completely idiotic answer.
"The queue is right there. Do you see it? Or you can book online."
"No, I don't see it."
"It's right there. Or you can book online."
"Can you just point us to the queue?"
"It's right there. Does that make sense? Or you can book online."
I tell you there was no visible queue. She was pointing at about three people milling around right next to the ticket holder queue. I didn't recognise this as a queue, neither did my ladyfriend, neither would anyone on earth. And why does she keep saying that we can book online? WE'RE RIGHT THERE.
Just unbelievable stupidity.
So we got the tickets, they were for 3 hours in the future, and we looked for somewhere to eat. After about 45 minutes of looking, we found somewhere.
We ate and went to the ice sculptures. My ladyfriend took pictures of all the ice sculptures then her battery died so I gave her my phone to use.
Then we were off to some Christmas light display at the botanical gardens. It's way, way out there. We walked for about an hour, getting lost once. Oh, by the way, my ladyfriend's stockings kept falling down so we'd have to stop at a Starbucks toilet so that she could fix them, we stopped behind a pillar so that she could fix them, and we stopped in a phone booth so that she could fix them.
We finally get to this botanical gardens and my ladyfriend goes to the toilet to fix her stockings. We get the tickets and walk along this light display thing in silence. My ladyfriend took pictures of the lights until the battery on my phone died. It was towards the end of the journey anyway. Then we took a taxi back to the station because there's no way I would remember how to get back to the station from there (my phone was dead so can't use the map) and I was exhausted.
So another bad experience.
Overall, a negative experience. There was also some issues with people fighting to get onto the train. A lot of problems with crowds in Edinburgh. I really hated it. It's a good thing I didn't move there. Add some more Mohammadans and you have everything that I hate about shitty London.
But it's just bad and I wonder what she finds engaging about this. I don't talk, bar the ocassional complaint. And she doesn't talk. It can't be fun. "Here are a bunch of pictures I took with some guy standing next to me in total silence."
Oh man, and she wants to get something to eat before the train back to London. She does this every time.
"The train won't be here for another 40 minutes. Do we have time to go to that taco place?"
"Do you know where it is?"
So instead she wants to go to McDonalds to get a coffee. It's a crowded, poorly-organised McDonalds with the typical McDonalds clientele. She's potentially missing her train in order to get a bad coffee from this crowded and poorly-organised McDonalds. It's a horrendous experience. There's no queue. It's just whoever pushes to the front. Eventually, we get a coffee after every person who came after us got their order.
She does this every single time and it's some infuriating shit, dawg. It's food. If you want food, leave earlier and know where you're going to get the food. Don't leave everything up to chance. I don't like rushing, I don't like the panicking, and I don't like going to that shitty, crowded, poorly-organised McDonalds. I haven't been to that McDonalds once, other than with my ladyfriend a couple of times (and once we walked out because I was so disgusted with the service).
So I told her that I'm not doing it again. It goes to show the kind of relationship that she has with food. She's on the cusp between chunky and overweight.
There's just things that I don't like doing. Anything with crowds is a big no. Anything where there's rushing involved. Anything with incompetent jackasses is a no.
I like a quiet, relaxed atmosphere. We went to a cafe in Dunoon full of elderly people who all knew each other. That was probably the highlight of the trip. Was able to talk to her a bit. Had a bowl of chili. What's not to like?
Holy crap. The average price for a property in Dunoon looks to be about £100,000. They're as low as £45,000. I can buy that shit outright. Although, "shit" is the operative word here. But they have some nice little places in the £100,000 area.
Also some quaint little rentals for £300-400.
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