At 7am I was awoken by my phone. As I was on the top bunk and it was in my bag on the floor I jumped down the ladded and then rather uncerimoniously tripped over my trousers as I raced to answer it before it woke the other 13 ladies in my room. It was the general manager of the place I was going to stay in that night letting me know that they were going to close as I was the only booking - but he had managed to get me another room in a different place.
Fair enough then - well as I was up I had a shower and went to get a coffee and waited for Maplins to be open so I could buy a portable hard drive to back up my data as my father had been reminding me often to do.
Got my stuff and headed for the train station - Glasgow is rather a nice station inspired as many of the buildings around the city are by Art Nouveau style. I alighted at Kilmarnock and awaited a call and a pick up to my new hotel. The general manager himself picked me up and we headed out of the city to the Manor Park Hotel which is in the small hamlet of Monkton which is on the edge of Prestwick Airport - a Ryanair alternative to Glasgow.
I had a double room and a bath so I wasn't too miffed - the hotel was oddly decorated with fake flowers and tartan teddies. I went for a walk to discover Monkton and discovered there's not much too it. So headed back to my room to catch up on some things.
I decided to have dinner in the restaurant which again was oddly decorated - a few tables were occupied and I ordered lamb shanks - unfortunately a disappointing choice - I'm not sure what they did to the sauce but it was not good.
Note to self - eat out tomorrow.
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