Thursday, 18 September 2014

Independence is good, right?

photo credit: Ben Cooper via photopin
Today is the day.
Scotland votes if it wants to be an independent country or not.

Almost 95% of all people are registered to vote for this referendum. This is crazy and only one indicator of how big this thing is gonna be. Personally I am happy I am not voting (I could, but I feel it's not my decision and shouldn't be), by this stage there are just way too many emotions attached to all of this. Months and months of trying to convince people, advertising, non stop flyering and brochures all over the place. Discussions, fights and so much bickering. What if and trallala. And now the day is here.

The atmosphere is crazy. People wearing yes/no buttons, flat windows covered in according stickers and banners, camera men on every corner- you cannot escape from it.

Voting on independence man, that is massive. And you can taste it in the air, I am tellin you. Pubs are going to stay open longer tonight, until the results are in. Which might be around like 6am. But what is gonna happen if they vote yes- or what if it's gonna be a no? So far the race is so damn close, which makes it even more crazy to think about. Is this gonna end in a huge party or a huge riot? So many people are so passionate about this country and that makes this big deal infinitely huge and special. I love Scotland deeply and really hope for the best-- but more than anything, I AM SO SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS REFERENDUM. This is not a casual thing, this is gonna be something you tell your kids about in 30 years. And I am so nervous and so giddy about tomorrow's party.
Because whatever will happen, I am gonna celebrate with the winners.
How exciting is this democracy thing people?!

SEE YOU TOMORROW, when maybe everything will be different. Or not.

Friday, 5 September 2014

Tur-tur key-key

And again I've let way to much time pass between posts. Oh well.
A quick catch up then:
The fringe finally came to an end,  which felt very different than last year. Not sure why. 
Then it was time to pack my suitcase,  throw in every summer dress I own,  download light summer reading books on to my kindle,  buy sunscreen and get excited.
A week in the Turkish sun has flown by,  it still fascinates me how the skin changes colour in the sun,  how salty the sea can be, how amazing it is to do nothing at all...
One week of bliss to go,  then it is back to Edinburgh, back to university. 

Tuesday, 19 August 2014

ROAD TRIP// Memphis

Memphis was pretty much our last real stop, but we cut it down to just one day because we spent more time in Alabama. You hear a lot of stuff about this city, people warned us about it, said it's not safe for two girls to go there by temselves and all of that. After certain incidents in Texas and elsewhere, we were definitely trying to be "safe" (whatever that means), by driving in daylight, staying away from dodgy alleys and all of that. 
Memphis was beautiful, not at all scary in this beautiful weather but we still just drove around to get a feel for the city. It is a shame we didn't do anything at all and again, you need a lot more time in this city to experience it the right way.
Elvis had his house here, Martin Luther King Jr got shot and died in this city, it is home to the Memphis blues and soul- the city is bursting with charm and character, waiting to be explored.

First we were randomly driving around, but then we just followed this beautiful old car in front of us and it gave us a sightseeing tour around Memphis haha.

the car we followed

the motel where King was shot, it is now the civil rights museum

a glimpse of Beale St, the famous bar/club street

Moving on to Elvis Land

this is the wall in front of his house, full of messages for him

the beautiful house, tucked away behind trees

Monday, 18 August 2014

Fringe diary #2

There are certain moments where you are so caught up in the Fringe madness, you forget what the real life feels like.

I took a half hour bus ride to finally get a hair cut and here in the south of Edinburgh, it's like the Fringe doesn't even exist.
But then you come back and have a wine and cheese night on a stage where Jason Byrne is just hanging out next to you. This has become my weird August reality. Your team becomes your family and it feels weird when someone has a day off.
You walk home in absolute daylight, wondering how the night went by so quickly. For me the some days only start at midnight, when I'm finished with work.

Edinburgh is transformed during August, there are always people everywhere, all the shops are open late, it is so different than other months.
At the same time, as much as I love Edinburgh and the Fringe, it also make me aware of how much I prefer films and that whole scene. I'm not a theatre person, I hate acting, I can actually fee how different I am from these drama students, performers and theatre obsessed people. I enjoy good comedians, a well written play and an entertaining show, but I think it ends there. Film is much more my scene, I would prefer watching weird films over watching weird Fringe shows any day. Why do I still do it, working at the Fringe? Because festival goers are fascinating and mostly lovely people and helping them pick great shows in this sea of possibilities is rewarding, especially when they come back and tell you got much they loved a certain show. And a month long festival is a one of a kind thing to be part of. That's why.

And again, the shows I watched recently:

1. Rhythmic Circus- Feet don't fail me now

2. Jason Byrne

3. Brazouka

4.The After Party with Alex Rossi and the Rhythmic Circus Band

5. Best of the Fest

Sunday, 17 August 2014

ROAD TRIP// Nashville

Nashville was the first big city we visited after a whole lot of Alabama countryside. We stayed in a super dodgy motel (again), so we shut the curtains, avoided eye contact with fellow motel mates and got ready for a proper night out. We wanted to go line dancing as a proper cowgirl would do, but of course the dance hall was closed. So we went across the street, hung out at a typical American dive bar-  we made friends with the bartender and everyone around us, had a great night (and a huge bill) that ended with us running from the parking lot straight to the sketchy motel room to avoid unwanted attention.

The next day was slightly corrupted after this extensive night- we still went to the Nashville Country Music Hall of Fame, which was really cool. I wish we could have stayed longer in this great city, but we had to drive to Memphis that same day.
Aw Nashville, you are a babe.