I'm Wilma. Girl. No dragon tattoo. I love theatre, fashion, music that makes me orgasm and taking pictures. I have split myself between three places (London-Stockholm-Tallinn), but my current hub is Tallinn. Wherever my circus goes, there's always a party. If the party does end, I watch cat videos and blog about it all. Check out my yearly summaries below to get to know me a bit better. Header: Mandel Photography

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Monday, April 07, 2014

Addition to Charlie's wall of photos. Glasgow II.

Our stay in Glasgow was short, yet eventful. 
We started the second morning at Megan's, throats were dry and heads were buzzing. Since the only time for sleeping is while in a coffin (kirstus võid magada), we carried on the hard work of invading Glasgow. 

Ott had a party on his mind that morning. He needed sunglasses as the day was too bright, it burnt his eyes.
The disappointment of Ott's day - nobody had coffee at home. 

On our way to Glasgow university, Ott grabbed like four cups of coffee 
(Charlie lives basically just around the corner from the uni),
 hence the smile.

"Not sure, but I guess Harry Potter was filmed here" - "I mean, where else?" said Charlie:

Let there be flowers, let there be historical and impressive houses and let there be friendship:

That evening Charlie was performing at the Glasgow University Music Club concert, therefore he had to leave earlier to get ready (although he is absolutely fabulous all the time).
Here I gave him a last tight hug before it was time to hit the stage:

As we parted ways, some of us continued to the Necropolis, which is a huge graveyard...emmm grave-mountain? A Victorian era cemetery, which was created after burials for profit were allowed. 
Verrrrrry crrrrreeeeapy place:

Before my arrival, Charlie and I wrote on FB, where he casually just said he has a "music thing" on one evening, but that does not hinder having more fun than should be allowed.
To be fair I expected the unexpected...
The Music club concert was pleasantly surprising and about Charlie's performance I could say - Jamie XX would have killed for some samples.

After the concert Calum invited us to cèilidh, we were like "???". It turned out to be a social dancing, since Scots are so incredibly social. 
And a great chance to see men in kilts! :

A pint of beer before we do some dancing:

Ready, set, go!
Scots are best at ignoring gravity:

Tartan overload in that room!:

It was actually a birthday party of a girl from Shetland, her father gave a speech and the accent was so amazing. For my retarded ear it sounded like Icelandic person trying to speak English.

Ott closely observed how the dance went and hit the dance floor. 
Sadly my low blood pressure did not allow to do any spinning and twirling, but next time I'll drink a lot of coffee and do a cigar before doing cèilidh, I promise:

No time to waste, next club was waiting for us. 

The Twisted Sisters:

It is hard to maintain my cold Eastern self, while everyone is so heart-warming around me. 
Lost my bitch for a second:

Cheers for the next visits in the future!
In Estonia, in Sweden, in Scotland, in *a random place*:

Cutting her thumb tuned Megan's swag so ON, Ott is very surprised (he didn't not know that so much swag existed in the world):

"I guess we have to go to Sweden to enjoy real summer weather."
That's what she said:

Home is where your head is:

A year full of kisses.

The joy is taken at 3AM, minutes before I took the bus to the airport. Bye bye Scotland:

The journey back home was the worst I have ever had. The airport was exclusively for Ryanair and the only morning flight was to Riga, hence I was the only passenger who spoke English (no joke). Men in sneakers and puffy black jackets, trying to buy "Toltše i Kabana" perfume at the tax free - that was the reality.
Whatever, I was sleepy enough (24h without a nap) to shut my mind down, as a result I left Kaur's present from Ott to somewhere in the airport. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Probably the airport security thought it was a bomb and I'm now prohibited to enter the UK.

Also, flight was delayed, because three men were intoxicated like Patsy and Selma on New Year's Eve without the 'fabulous'. They started fighting and they were sent off from the plane. The rest of their friends were seated far away from each other and were not served alcohol. The prohibition lasted half an hour, then the merry-go-round continued with expensive Ryanair booze and Russian curse words. I did not sleep a second.

Riga airport was dreary. I smiled at the border control agent, but she did not like it. In the front of the airport an old man jumped on my way and said "5€ Riga, no problem!". What was he thinking? that I am a stupid tourist from the west? I know my East side, that 5€ get's me the half way to Tallinn. 
I arrived at the centre and needed to use the restroom, before taking the 5h journey to Tallinn. Needless to say, Riga coach station toilet took from me the will to pee ever again. 30 cents for using the toilet, 30 cents for toilet paper..."I wouldn't get out of bed and piss for that amount of money" Patsy said.

Watched "Lion King" on my way to Tallinn and accidentally fell a sleep for 20 minutes. 

Although the ending was extreme, visiting Scotland was so awesome. Missing the people already, thank you all.

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