Uncharted Thoughts.

Bit of a light-hearted one for ya!!

I’m in Scotland. Land of freedom, haggis, whiskey and kilts. One of my favourite places on the planet, and where I started my journey into hiking and exploring.

I am here on a work placement with Firecrest Films.

I’m poor, as poor as I have ever been. I set aside £100 for this trip for food, transport and anything else I think I might need. I was hoping to spend £50 and have some for when I get home… this is not the case.

I was walking back to the hostel from Firecrest, it’s about an hour walk. It was hot, the sun was shinning and I was in a really, really good mood.

I had spent the day coming to terms with the fact I was on the right path to my future career. Media, News, Documentaries and journalism was were I was supposed to be.

I decide to go for a pint to celebrate. Walked into a Scottish bar and sat down, Guinness in hand.

It wasn’t long before I realised I was out of Guinness and got up to get another drink.

“Guinness please mate” I said to the bartender.

“Ey no bother” he said in a thick Scottish accent.

I was happy, very happy.

I looked around the pub. Old paintings, flags and photographs. You know, usual pub shit. Behind the bar is a massive wall of whiskey. Hundreds upon hundreds of bottles.

“I’ll uh, take a whiskey too please”

“Sure, what ya fancy” He replied.

Thoughts race through my head… shit, I don’t know. What did Dad used to drink. Edjadawa… yeah, that sounds right. Something I remember from a childhood memory

“Edjadawa please” I said. Quickly, and with a confidence that only comes from a pint of Guiness.

“Sure, we got 30 year”.

What the fuck does that mean?

“Sure”

“ts £8 dram”

£8 a dram, sure why not. I got £8 to spare. Just means I need to be more careful tomorrow.

He poured, dark, earthy liquor into a dram glass.

It is as if in slow motion, a card reader approached me in a menacing motion.

£

9

2

….

Fuck.

His accent was so thick, I thought he said £8

Not £80

I paid