Halloumi cheese.. Haloumi cheese.. whatever. My new favorite.

Glasgow is great. Pretty controversial statement, but I’m sticking to it. Everyone I met says that Edinburgh is way better, which is all the more reason to go back to Edinburgh, cause, while I had fun there, Glasgow was a blast.

First thing I did was check into my hostel, which was pretty lame, but also pretty cheap. That’s a pretty common relationship, because of course it is. Then the modern art museum downtown, which is where the horseman wearing the traffic cone is. Remember that? Probably not. Afterwards, I headed to the West End to see the Kelvingrove museum, I think, which was a mix of art, history, animals, and, most impressively, organ music. Well, it’s not an organ music museum, but there was definitely a giant organ with a dude playing it loudly, and it was fantastic.

Inside, listening to an organist seriously kick some organic ass.

I had lunch at a combination bike repair shop / cafe, and dinner at some place called Stereo, which may be related to the place I had lunch the next day, called Mono. All places were super delicious, especially since they were just sandwiches. But very delicious, especially after a week of hotel foods.

That night, I went to see some local bands and one Japanese band play, which was pretty good. Kinda generic britpop/shoegaze I guess, but fun. Surprising amount of shows I’ve been to this summer. Next day was more touring around, making arrangements for Belfast, etc, but the best part was getting my haircut, because getting a haircut in a foreign land is kind of exciting. Didn’t cut much off, but enough to not feel like as much of a hippie. So that’s pretty good.