Tried to see a movie for Françios’ birthday, so I had to pack in 15 minutes. The guy ended up sleeping through the movie, so he didn’t even make it. Martin and I grabbed a few pints at Number 2 Bakers Street in Stirling before I met Annelise at the train station. After a normal trip to Glasgow, we climbed aboard the train to the airport. Wow, were people drunk. I fended off the advances of four 35-40 year olds, while Annelise found herself surrounded by a slew of dudes. It was hilarious.