Lots of old stuff

I've managed to hit three museums here over the last two days, including the Hunterian, Berrell Collection and finally this morning the Kelvingrove.  Museums tend to make me drowsy, so I'm amazed I was able to get through.  I've seen a lot of old things, some things that shouldn't be on display (cutting of the stone as displayed by an anus in a jar, for science of course ), death masks of Sir Isaac Newton and Chopin (including a cast of his hand) and great paintings, including some by Rembrandt, Van Gogh, Monet and my favorite, Dali's Christ of St. John's Cross.  Breathtaking!  It's a lot smaller than his other works that I've seen in the Dali Museum in St. Petersburg, FL.

As these museums were located basically at different ends of town, I had to use two new modes of transport in my journey, including the subway and rail systems.

  The rail was a bit confusing.  They have a huge Central Station, along with another rail station and separate bus station.  Would it be too much to ask for them all to be in the same place?  Folks were eager to help me navigate my way, though, but I couldn't understand a word they were saying.  Imagine when I hit a place where they speak a different language.  Well, they really do here, too.  I feel bad having to ask everyone to repeat themselves.  I think the guy running the hostel is about sick of talking to me.  I've seen men in kilts, mostly tour guides, but as I walked along Buchanan Street yesterday, I saw an apparent businessman emerging from the underground metro in kilt and briefcase.  Cool.   I wanted to snap a photo, even turned around to do so, but he was staring at me, so I moved on.

Of all the hostels I've stayed in thus far, this one is the worst.  They don't keep it clean, the common room is a dungeon and well, it wouldn't recommend it, so steer clear of Rucksacks/Globetrotters.  I don't have as many roommates, but the one Aussie gal I'm rooming with, who is about 60, so kudos to her, but she has gone on nonstop about much she hates it.  She told me she was originally traveling with her cousin but they had to go their separate ways after a while...I'm wondering how the other side of the story goes.  Anyway, time to move on for sure.  Off to Stirling and to see how the "Willy Wallace" hostel compares.  Hopefully they have laundry as I'm at the point of desperation.