Yesterday, Kara and I set out to climb Arthur's Seat, and in the process, got rained upon, had the sunshine, and were pelted with hail. And nearly blown off the hill. We started off with Calton Hill, a lovely place, if overrun with French tourists. Took pictures, walked around, then made our way back to Princes street to lunch at the BK Lounge. Ahhh, Whoppers and Coke.
Next, we set off to find Arthur's Seat- not an easy task to locate a huge fucking hill, but we prevailed, and started up. We soon realised, after the first rain and hail, that we weren't actually climbing the right hill. After going around this first hill, we found ourselves faced with the Stairs of Doom: steep, twisting stairs that didn't even go halfway up the hill. Hiked around, got to halfway, and the wind picked up like crazy. Made our way up to the top top of the Seat, and then it started to hail. And the wind really began to blow. Had to climb down before getting blown off.
Once we found an easy way down it, without using the Stairs of Doom, we decided the next stop should definitely be a pub. The best ending to a hike: watching Fit Farm in a pub with a pint.

Later, we (Ghani, Kara, and Dougie) went to Medina, a sort of "ethnic" club with beds instead of chairs. Have to be careful, though. The first one we sat in smelled like pee.