38.3 Celsius

Here's how I remember the next part:

I wasn't feeling too great on my last day in Dublin. Googled "matzo ball soup dublin" and came up empty. Settled for a bad ramen house instead. Stopped at a pharmacy on the way home to buy a thermometer, which told me I had a fever of 38.3. (As if I could multiply by 9/5 in my fevered state!)

Shivered inside my Michigan hoodie for a few hours.

Woke up at 3 am for my 3:30 shuttle to the airport for my 6:30 flight to Edinburgh where I took the 747 bus to Inverkeithing where I waited for two hours for my train which transferred in Perth to take me to Inverness where just up a steep hill was my hostel where I c o l l a p s e d.

I fell asleep at 3:30 pm and woke up at 10:30 the next morning feeling... pretty darn good! Most importantly, my temperature was back down to 36.8, which I am told is normal in this part of the world.

I have no pictures for this blog entry. Trust me-- it's just as well.

Having already wasted one day in the beautiful Highlands, and slept through most of the scenic train ride, there was one thing I could not miss...

Location:In Bed, Inverness