On Saturday morning, I felt as rough as a hedgehogs arse, got a few bananas in me, the hostel offered free tea (well, at least I think it was free), the tea tasted like someone has sweeped up the dirt up off the floor, and put said dirt in a teabag. Anyway, after a while I felt better, and got loaded up and back on the road.
I tavelled from Edinburgh, passed in and around Glasgow, and then stopped off in Kilmarnock, but not before seeing a sign for………Moscow! I thought “This is intriguing, must check this out later”, and headed into Kilmarnock for a fish supper. It fairly lined my stomach, fish, chips, bread, nice pot of tea too! I wouldnt day i seen much of the town, only thing that it would signify is that one of my great great grandparents came from there.
After that, I just had to check out this Scottish Moscow, followed the signs for it, was kind of out in the middle of nowhere, and found it. To be honest, the place is tiny, it seems like a hamlet, there seemed to be a garage in it, but it was a garage where you got your car fixed, rather than a filling station. Its strange some of the things you come across when travelling.
After that, I headed off to my final destination, Troon. When I got there, I got settled into my digs, and went out for another fish supper, tasted great, but just had a quiet night, felt a bit cream crackered, The people I were staying with were a retired couple, and seemed very helpful and pleasant, they said they were originally from Glasgow.
Troon itself seemed nice enough, but its more of a place to just pass through, than to stay any length of time.