We're back with some "news" ;)
Soooo… what was our last message? Yeah, Linwater again… After a breakfast (yes, we did buy it in a supermarket on a Sunday – I’m still fascinated) we did some more repairing with light bulbs and stuff and then went on.
This time we even got more than 2 miles – but not quite further. Moprüs scooter again felt like fooling us and we had to stop at the next petrol station.
A tube of the scooter was not fitting so Schwabi went for the next market to get a new one. On his way back he was like "Noooo, I don't need no satnav, I'll make it all on my own." And guess what? Yup, he ended up on a motorway, his engine went hot, stopped, and Nora and Mart had to go look for him (he didn't really know where he was – the description "Here are cars." was not helpful)… When they found him and brought him back we could finally start again at like 4pm.
This time we could drive without any further technical problems. We drove through Edinburgh which was pretty funny: One pub had an ad on it saying "Open 'til 2am!" and we were like "Yay. 2am. Poor Scots." We were just out of town when the next catastrophe was approaching: We hadn't talked about our behavior concerning red signals on big streets without opportunities for waiting on each other and exactly that was happening: I was the last one to get over the crossroad, but the signal turned red and I stopped. I told Mart about it by radio message and he could hear me. But I was out of his range when he answered so I had no idea where the rest of us went because the signs in the UK are totally stupid and not giving you any information about where you are to go – and my mobile was out of power. I was totally lost (I spare you the details – but after some time I just went on straight ahead and could hear Mart via radio after some kind of desperate try to find the way to our next stop on my own).
Afterwards we could keep going ending up in Tranent. We wanted to camp wild there, but they told us they had problems with gipsys and people would send us away or call the police. So we went a little further out of town and started our camp at the end of a really small path that seemed to not have been used for quite a long time with really about no space to build up the tents. That was pretty exciting because when we were about to build them up we noticed a few lights on the path that seemed to be searching for something. Therefore we turned out all our lights and got all quiet because we didn’t want to get sent away.
If anybody would have seen that at that moment he could have seen seven people standing totally still watching the dark on the footpath for about 15 minutes – would have been a pretty funny pic ;)
After we were convinced nobody would jump out of the bushes to attack us (I guess that's a little over-exaggerated, but well…) we kept on building up the tents and afterwards had a nice pick nick in the dark.
The next morning came far too early and was far too wet. When we packed our tents everything was still cold and soaked. But that was soon forgotten because we drove through the last Scottish Lowlands. We drove along a big road which was quite stressful because of the English people that were very impatient and took over the slow scooters – often it was quite close to a worse outgoing than it actually happened. When we had enough we stopped by the sea. We were pretty surprised by Moprü that just saw the sea and ran off – we couldn't even ask him whether he wanted a coffee, too. He told us we had strange priorities to set coffee above running to the sea…
The sea was just awesome to look at – it was rough and both cold and warm and the wind was blowing. Not really describable, but I guess you know what I mean =) There's just no words.
Then we were brave enough to go back on the streets and the crazy English people in their cars. Whatever you may say about the English – when they sit in their cars there's no joking…
We headed for Alnwick Castle that we reached in the evening, but that's not my story to tell ;)
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