(Window seats, gotta love em)
Prior to this trip to Scotland, I had always wondered what it would be like to be on a plane for over 10 hours straight. Would I meet some cool people and have good conversation over a few drinks? Would I sleep most of the way there? Perhaps watch a couple interesting movies that haven’t even come out on DVD yet? Only one of those possibilities came to fruition and that was the drinks. As luck would have it, I was surrounded by a family of 20 returning from a California vacation to their native country France and none of them spoke English. Not only that, but they were running around from seat to seat drinking wine and cognac while carrying on their rambunctious vacation behavior in the cabin of our 747. Ixnay on the conversation and the possibility of sleep. The movies that were shown I had just seen on DVD the week before. Figures, that Murphy and his damn law. One thing I will say that the food was pretty good and the service was excellent, so kudos to you Air France.
I arrived in Aberdeen about 17 hours after I left San Francisco (4 hour Paris layover) and was picked up by one of the top dogs at the brewery, Martin Dickie. The town of Fraserburgh (pronounced Fraserboro by the locals) was about an hour and a half drive north, so I had a chance to get the history of how Brewdog got started and their expansion plans for the future. We arrived in town and I got a quick tour of the brewery and was introduced to some of the guys that work there. After getting dropped off at the Bed and Breakfast I was to stay at, I was soon scooped up by a couple of the brewers for a beer tasting back at the brewery. I got to share some of the US beers I brought with me and sample quite a few of what they had to offer. We ended up hitting the town at about 11pm and let’s just say I hit the wall so to speak after about 36 hours without an ounce of rest.