On to Edinburgh
So it was that, feeling a little delicate, we left Dublin and made our weary way across the Irish Sea to Edinburgh. And if we thought it was going to get any easier on the old liver, then we were in for a bit of a rude awakening.
We were staying at Caledonian Backpackers, and having found it easily enough (being just off Princes Street) and checking in with a really friendly Canadian girl, we headed upstairs. Dumping our bags, we made for their bar - just for a quick one, though.
Several hours of riotously drunken pool later, we staggered up to bed.
Edinburgh’s a pretty hard-living sort of place. But just let it be said - for the record - that Caledonian Backpackers has got one of the hardest drinking vibes, not just of any Edinburgh hostel, but of any backpackers’ hostel that HostelBloggers have ever rolled into. And for that alone we absolutely loved it.
