Haggis Tour to Date

Cheers Mate,
been a long week. Came back on Wednesday from three days in the Higlands. Learnt how the Scotts lived in Black houses with three generations and the cattle in one room, a fire with no chimney, covered in soot, not fun. Saw the tip of the world, land of giants and legends, Lochs and narrow cliff roads. Learnt to dance a Scott Jig, walked in castles and forts. Grew tired of 20 year olds and their babble. Drank and laughed, hiked and slept. Me favorite spots were William Wallace monument, climbed all 200 feet, the view was amazin', and the walk to a river on the side of the road. Bus tour tips: do not eat where they tell you, explore and find off the way places with locals, but expect slow service. Do not have a coffee before getting on, bring a neck pillow, and you can bring a bottle of beer with you on the bus. Do not sit near the Americans, they like to chat you up.
Got back to Edingburg, Thursday, another day all alone in the burg, walked along the river Leith and a lovely path to the Modern Art Museum, went for the longest, but most beautiful bike ride of my life, ending in me choosing, whilt going down hill, to either hit a man that stoped in the road, in the back; hit an oncoming car; hit a sign post or the bus stop. I hit the brakes, but only the front one fired and flipped me over the top and smack into the pavement. I will never remember the minute second when my brain fired the thought, "the back tire is off the ground" and the distinct smell of burning bone as my teeth smashed into the hardest pavement I ever felt. I knew immediately that I was hurt bad and that I should not move as my head and neck were involved. Luck was with me, as I was with three doctors and a medical student. Through their generous actions and level headedness, I was able to stay calm. I kept trying to remember the face of my Guru and telling myself to breath. I could not help but to cry a little as the thought that I may have permanently injured myself in one slight second. I will spare you the rest, but safe to say that I am alive, nothing is permanently injured and though it took 14 hours of waiting to get sown back together again, I should come out looking just a little different. In the days after I am thankful for my life and the fact that I had a helmet on and can walk. When the thought of what could have been had I not had the helmet on, flood my mind, I say a quiet thank you and push them away. It is interesting seeing all the peoples faces that see me on the street, some stop and outright stare, human nature, but it rolls of my back as I remember that had those people not been there to help me at the accident, or if I had been without a helmet, I would not be here to get stared at, and it makes everything ok. You never know, we never know when it can all come crashing to an end....
Thats the end for now, off to a Fringe show, hope this one is better than the one earlier.
Troy