Another day, another Internet café.
I'm sitting once more in a little café in Stockbridge, drinking Irn-Bru (it's good for you!) and playing with the world-wide-web. Dayna is next to me, writing emails and looking at photos and stuff, and Dee's outside in the nearby park reading a magazine. We're all waiting for the next bus to Ocean Terminal, a shopping centre by the Firth of Forth.
It's been fun having Dayna over here -- we've gone out, gone shopping, gone crazy; drank ales in an old church and cherry-flavoured beer on the balcony; talked and laughed and spied on Edinburgh through the Camera Obscura. In short, we're having a blast.
If only we didn't have to go to work. Dayna's been catching up with her friends and doing touristy things (like getting sunburnt at the beach) while we've been stuck in our offices, chained to a computer terminal! Awww, no fair!
She's takes a bunch of random photos, so at least we can live vicariously.
Still waiting for an Internet connection at home; hence not updating this very much (it's hard to be inspired to write when the hum of fans drowns out the music on the radio, and the computers are all stuck on little desks with uncomfortable slide-out keyboard rests and equally uncomfortable (but not slide-out) "bum-rests" (AKA chairs).
Anyway, Dayna can write a full break-down of what she's been up to. I'll just say that we've met a couple of her friends, and she's scheduled for a dance-off with a Scot named Gregor sometime this evening. Heh heh heh.
I've got some photos, but not heaps. Try to take more and upload them to Flickr!