That would be Perth, Scotland, not Australia!

This trip, like every trip to a foreign land before this, I made quite a few friends. It always starts with the person who picks me up from the airport. This time was no exception.

James picked me up and took me to the Gleneagles – a little over an hour drive. After we reached, I invited him to have a drink with me (he stuck to no alcohol due to his driving duties). I learnt so much about Scotland, the people and his family.

It was incredibly encouraging to hear about how he left his dad’s business and started his own business in transportation and built it up one car at a time. In fact, he has his brother also in his business now. He has the cutest 3 year son one can think of.

I could have spent another three hours learning more about Scotland from him. I promised to come back and meet him soon. In fact, I want to see if I can bring Sharmila asap.

The rumors I had heard about the Scottish folks being the nicest of them all… is entirely true!

* I came, I saw, I canceled my India trip

Here I am – a couple of hours north of Edinburgh in the middle of sylvan country, rolling hills and apparently “firths”. I settle down at the restaurant attached to the golf club and ask for the menu. And am immediately hit with the most salivating options of Indian food you can ask for. Curiously enough, no “Chicken Tikka Masala”!

The taste was far superior than most Indian restaurants I have eaten outside India. (not counting that Indian restaurant in the small island of Nevis!)

This 99-year old building served as a military medical facility during the Second World War. It was called Gleneagles Hospital (my peeps from Kolkata – does this remind you of anything?). Apparently, it has 3 golf courses – including a PGA one. Which, of course, means nothing to a non-golfer like me.

But the property itself is beautiful. The rolling hills, trees, ponds are very well maintained and the hotel itself is a classic British style golf resort.

Edinburgh, Scotland

Just before we hit the tarmac at Edinburgh airport, we flew over this water body. You can see the disparate colors of the water – somewhat clean to totally muddy. If you see carefully (my picture does not do it any justice), you can see a bridge over the water. Actually, there are two bridges.

I learnt later from my driver friend James (more on him later) that the white one is a new bridge.

“So, is that the North Sea?”

“Well, it leads into the North Sea.”

“So, what is it called?”

My friend responded to my question. But I could not understand a word of what he said. I asked him to repeat it but that did not help either. I noticed that here people do not pronounce the “t”. We do the same in the USA with words like “dentist” and “Atlanta” but only when there is a “n” preceding the “t”. Here it is “beyer” (not “better), “splee up” (not “split up”). This part of the world spends half their time focusing on their “tea”s and the other half ignoring their “t”s.

In any case, James ultimately spelt it out for me – “Firth of Forth”.

That is a funny name. Almost sounded like somebody with a very bad dental plan was put in charge of naming waterbodies in Scotland.

Till you realize that Firth means an estuary. (derived from Gaellic?)

But why name the river Forth?

Ah, well! Firth of Forth it is!!

We came down fast thru the clouds and I caught my first glimpse of Scotland! I was a bit reluctant to consider this as my country #52 because in the UN, Scotland is represented as part of the UK. However, internet would have you believe that Scotland (like Wales for example) is a country unto itself and the UK is a union. Which goes to show that there is no water tight definition of what makes a country, a country, I guess.

Here is a quiz question for all of you… I am trying to remember which i2 colleague of mine from UK had taught me this…

Which is bigger – Great Britain or the UK? What is the difference between the two? And what is the difference between those and the British Isles?

There is something vaguely disconcerting about watching two maintenance guys going up and down the aisle with nothing but a lot of duct tape in their hand!!!

They actually used some of that on the floor near the galley and then went to the rear of the plane.

Traveling Delta over the pond after a long time. Actually, traveling to Europe after a long time.

that the length of check in queue is strictly less than or equal to the length of the security queue which is vastly less than the queue at the Starbucks near the gate.

Now I realize customers queuing up to get new flights after missing their flights on a weather-devastated airline schedule totally trumps the Starbucks.

The queue inside Terminal E at Atlanta airport was unbelievable. And this is near midnight!! The queue went as far as my eyes could see. I could not even capture that in my phone with max zoom out. Had to use the Pano mode.

Why don’t people simply try changing the flights on their apps or at least call up and then let them call back? The Delta app is incredibly good at making all sorts of changes for disrupted flights.

The flight is scheduled to take off from Terminal E. But I went to Terminal F to settle down in the bigger Skyclub there.

Moment I entered, I ran into Manu and his daughter! Turns out they are also headed to Edinburgh!! That is a real coincidence. We might not have met had they decided to go to the normal Skyclub that would make logical sense!

Manu reminded me of the time when I apparently had played with his daughter when she was very young in the billiard room of their housing complex community hall. I could not remember that. I am really getting old.

Looks like when taking the selfie, I manage to place the camera just in the right place for the shadow to make Manu look like the old pirates with an eye patch over his right eye!!