Shenanigans around the globe

Me and the Aussie one ventured forth to Amsterdam a couple of weeks ago. It was our first official holiday, meaning it was a trip out-with either of our home nations. Many people assume the only reason anyone goes to Amsterdam is for the Hash or the Hookers but we realised there is a third "H" people travel for; History. Even the taxi driver on the way to the airport said people only go for the hash and hookers and then spent the next twenty minutes telling us about his nephew, who used to have a hash addiction and who's step-father wants to send to Amsterdam for his 18th birthday. We however were going for the history and because its a new place (for us). The flight was uneventful apart from the fact we were given food, now as I am accustomed to cheaper airlines (where it's surprising that you don't have to pay for the toilets) the prospect of free drinks and a snack was quite exciting. Upon arrival we headed for the train, passing a solemn sign stating "

Glasgow is full of some wonderful people. I was inspired to write this post on the bus tonight, this (kinda posh) man got on and warned me that the next guy "wasn't doing to well", he was incredibly drunk or worse and it was nice to be warned incase he was violent. This got me thinking of all the small encounters I've had or witnessed, that have helped me maintain my faith in humanity and that I've not forgotten. Most of these encounters have happened at bus stops or on the bus... About four years ago I was on the bus going home, I was minding my own business when this man sat next to me and started up a conversation, now I don't mind that but he was drunk and being slightly creepy. I was trapped by the window and felt it would be too rude/obvious if I moved seats as he seemed pretty harmless and I didn't want to make a big deal of anything. There was a woman sitting in front of me, maybe five/six years older than me, she held up her phone in a way that

Back in October I was admitted to hospital, It was a strange experience as I am more used to be the carer not the caree. It was also the 1st time in my entire life (including when I was born) I have been admitted to hospital. It all started on a Monday, arguably the worst day of the week, I woke up stiff and sore all over. My throat was scratchy and I just felt generally bad. Instead of staying in bed and snuggling with the cats, I got up and went to uni. Throughout the day I felt like I was developing man-flu (that's how bad it was) however this did not prevent me from going to the cinema with the boyfriend after uni. I think I dosed off a bit and gradually felt worse. While waiting for the bus I developed rigors (shaking, exaggerated shivering) particularly in my arms, and wanted nothing more than my bed. That night I had a really bad fever and ended up sweating so much I soaked through the sheets and the mattress, which was discovered in the morning. I ached all over so badly.