Public Transportation May Be the Physical Incarnation of Trickery

          After being lulled into a false of security on the first day and thinking that we had a handle on public transportation, we decided to go to Edinburgh for the day. We never got to Edinburgh. We missed a train and several buses in Greenock before realizing that Edinburgh was not going to happen. Sidney, Emily, and I had originally planned to wander around Greenock on our last day in Scotland because we usually wander in the area around port on the last day, but since it seemed like the Fates were telling us it was a bad idea, wandering became our plan B. Aimless wandering is something of a skill, I think, because you have to find a way to see everything without going in too many circles. After reaching expert level in this activity and achieving sore feet, we made our way back to the ship.
          There’s a board on Deck 5 by the gangway in which anyone can write down recommendations for places to visit, or not visit if it was terrible. On that board we saw a recommendation for eating at Hotel Tontine. So, for dinner that night we decided to try it out. I meant to try haggis while I was in Scotland but didn’t end up doing so. It wasn’t because of some moral outrage I had, I just really wanted macaroni and cheese for dinner, okay? Sometimes I miss really well made good old American, err, Italian food. People have told me what’s in haggis, and you can go look that up for yourself, but since I’ll eat anything once, I would have eaten haggis had it been placed right in front of me. After my delicious pasta dinner we returned to the ship for a rousing game of ping pong that could be rated a C+ at best. Thus day two came to an end and public transportation had had the last word. It had fooled us once, shame on us. I thought the worst was over: how wrong I turned out to be.
This is inside the Greenock Ocean Terminal. I think it's wonderful. 

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