April 14, 2016 - 3 comments

Return to the North

I had a meeting in Scotland earlier this week. First I thought to extend it into a week trip full of exploring the highlands but considering my recent knee injury, I just enjoyed the cities of Dundee and Edinburgh in a brief visit.
First, I took an overnight coach from London. I had some worries how it’d work since my mobility was restricted, but it was actually among the most pleasant bus rides I had in a long time – got a seat with about a meter-some 3ft of legroom (!), sat next to a nice person and the bus was filled only about a half of its capacity, so it was relatively calm and quiet.
Once I arrived to Dundee, I had about two and half hours until the meeting, which I spent in the McManus Art Gallery and Museum.

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Soon I moved on to the major portion of the trip, the meeting, and it went great. Later I got to enjoy art studios with a pleasant companion, and then visited an inspiring exhibition “Grey Gardens” in the city’s contemporary arts centre.

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Grey was also the color that was dominant on that day. The sky was overcast, absent of any other color. (That's also why I decided to shoot in BW) However; unlike my last visit, it wasn’t raining at the moment so I headed out to explore the city a bit. The first place I planned to see was the Tay Rail Bridge.

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Geometrical shapes of the bridge (built 1887) were contrasting with uneven horizons, wavy surface of the river and the misty sky; but its color complemented all the surroundings like a camouflage. Then I went north...

..to see another of of the city’s industrial monuments: a smokestack of what used to be the world's largest jute works:

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This 282ft 86m tall chimney was built in mid 19th century in a style reminiscent of Italian bell towers.

The next point of interest I wanted to check out was an extinct volcano, the Law.

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Or the views it offers, to be more accurate. The summit is only about 500ft (150m) above the river, but getting there with only one leg working properly was a bit of a challenge.

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The peak is topped with a war memorial...

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..and truly, it provides a sweet, 360 degree view on the city.

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And east, featuring a beautiful oil rig

The fog on the east caused an atmospheric backdrop. Except.. it wasn't fog, but a light rain coming my way. This revealed, I started my way back to the downtown. The descent put the knee into work too, so I was happy when I finally arrived at a local hostel, where I scored a single room for £17 per night and called it a day.

The next morning I boarded a train to Edinburgh, from where I had a flight back to London.

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I wouldn’t mind travelling by a train all the way to London; however, their prices are ridiculous. Just one way ticket would cost me more than I spent per the whole trip, including accommodation, food and transportation. Anyway, I booked the flight on the late afternoon so I would have some time to enjoy the city.

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But just as I arrived, again, a light rain started coming from the clouds. Since I didn’t have proper mood or clothes to walk in rain, I went to see the exhibitions at the City Art Centre and the Museum of Edinburgh instead. After this, I still had some spare time so I decided to explore the New Town, a brilliant piece of city planning from 1767

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Instead of a bus or a train shuttle going straight to the airport, I opted to take a regular bus service calling at many stations before reaching it. First, I thought it would be neat to take a longer route to see more of local streets and corners; and second, it costs three pounds less than the direct services.

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But the time flew faster than expected, and I boarded the bus a bit later than I'd like. Once moving, I checked with my phone how long the journey to the airport should take with current congested traffic and it said that I will get there 10 minutes before the gate closes. Well, that got me nervous and I began hypnotizing the clock and surrounding traffic more than looking at the environment around. It worked, when I got into the airport I had 20 minutes to go. It seemed fair and I was happy until I got into the security department, which was crowded more than the Piccadilly Circus at noon.
Now, to be able to move, I have my whole leg braced in an immobilizer. That's the only way for me to walk at the moment. The device is fitted with a couple iron poles to stay rigid; so obviously, when I (finally) went through a metal detector, the security computers lighten like a Christmas tree on a major citysquare.
I had to go through another, more sophisticated scanner. You know, one of these cells that look like they are able to take you into the stratosphere. There, its operator asked "Can you take that off?"pointing at the immobilizer. “Well, it is removable, but it helps me to move a lot" I said. “Take it off,” he ordered. So I did, and then started my process of getting into the screening device. The operator saw the tremendous effort I had to deploy to get there and with surprised voice asked "Oh, you can't walk without it?" "Um, I don't wear it because it's a great fashionable addition," I replied. “Right, let’s put it back on then,” he said just as I finished my move into the scanner. “Let's scan since I'm already here, my gate closes in 2 minutes!” I started to express some of my concerns. “No worries, you'll be fine,” the operator said. “But I still need to check the brace,” he added.
After exactly two and half minutes of examination whether the brace isn't a pouch for machetes, he let me go. I went straight for my tiny backpack. But as it is in these situations, it was also selected for some extra screening. It turned out that I forgot that half-empty toothpaste is a lethal weapon, same or probably more dangerous as a nailbomb. Oh silly me, I should know better.. geez!  At the time I entered the terminal, all the TVs were showing that my gate is closing and a voice from speakers shouted "Last call for the passengers of flight..." “For Pete's sake,” me thinking while limping my way towards the gate. But I got there all in time; in fact, there were some who came after me. Well, good.
As soon as everyone was in the plane, the captain announced that the airspace above London is too busy for us to enter, and we’ll have to wait another 20 minutes. That made me excited again, as I have booked a bus from the airport to the London's downtown 30m after our scheduled landing. I guess not enough fun for today. And it wasn't. I had my seat reserved in aisle, so I could have the leg stretched as it should be. But just as we took off, they decided to move me a couple seats back to a window-seat, because I might obstruct their way with trolleys. My leg nearly fell off. Not pleasant. But I had fun as I typed most of this story, and eventually the pros were in a lead again, because the pilot evidently kicked all the levers to the metal and we actually arrived four minutes ahead of the original scheduled time.

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That was the last bit that varied from the plan and I got home in a short while, free of any other unexpected diversion.

Published by: Jakub Stepanovic in Stories

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