My host was gracious enough to leave me a bunch of food for breakfast. Eggs, bread, juice, home made marmalade, and coffee. After a delicious breakfast, and a search for a good tattoo parlour in town, I left the apartment to saunter my way there to make an appointment for tomorrow or Saturday.

Along the way I got distracted by some pretty looking massive hills. Oh look! Walking paths! Oh look! There’s the starting point! Let’s go take a look. Good thing I wasn’t super busy or on a time table because this area was huge. Trails everywhere! Up rocky paths, through tall grass, and I spotted some peaks that I wanted to tackle. By the time I did everything there that I wanted to, it was 3:30 and the tattoo place closed at 6. Eventually finding a way down to the road (a little more complicated than just sliding down the side of the hill), I made my way over to Studio XIII.

Going in and talking to the receptionist, she tells me that they’re looked up tomorrow and Saturday but there’s an artist free right now and I get one done now if I wanted to. I told her that there’s no time like the present. I sat down with the artist and we figured out a design of the thistle. We head downstairs, I take off my shirt, and he starts his work. It only took 45-minutes. 45-minutes of pain because it was in a very tender and sensitive spot, but it looks amazing! I pay for the great work, buy some cream, and carefully walk back to the apartment for 7.

Feeling hungry, I buy a pizza from across the road, with haggis as a topping, go back upstairs to watch Scrubs, then go to bed for midnight.

I’m almost done the series!