Full Fledge

Holy Mackerelity.  It's been a crazy week.  It's been a crazy two weeks.  Last week I didn't give you a proper blog post because I was heading to Scotland.  Now I'm back from Scotland and I have so much to talk about, I don't know where to start.  That's a problem.  We'll see how this goes, I'm not sure what's going to come about.

First of all, last week Mawwiage Films and our website, http://mawwiagefilms.com, was entered into a website contest.  The last week of the contest turned into quite the blood battle between "websites" on campus, as contestants were ploying with students to support their websites by "liking" them on facebook, visiting their webpage, etc.  We had to give them an answer, here was our viral marketing campaign:

There you have it, two videos that were not made by Mawwiage Films endorsing Mawwiage Films.  I can dig that.  Mr. Kenny Becker and Mr. Drew Eccleston, I can dig that.



Next, Scotland.  Here's our opener:



"THIS IS NOT A JOKE" - Mawwiage Films in Scotland : A Teaser from Mawwiage Films on Vimeo.


This trip was out-of-control ridiculous.  It is somewhat unexplainable.  Let's just say we (Mr. Isaac Svensson and myself) took a trip to Europe, to a foreign country, without a guide, without anybody telling us how to do it.  Because of this, trial-and-error was the name of the game.  We made mistakes right and left, dealing with public transportation, Scottish currency, simply trying to get around.  We have story after story, I'll give you one:

In St. Andrews, the village of the wedding, the birthplace of golf, you can get onto a bus with a 5 pound note and the bus driver will provide change, naturally.  This is how we got around in St. Andrews.  The night of the wedding, at 2 am, we began planning our trip from St. Andrews to Edinburgh, the village 40 miles away where our hotel was located.  We had to figure out how to get there on our own.  We were two Americans in a house in St. Andrews, Scotland alone without the help of anyone who knew what they were doing.  We had no telephone and limited internet.  After 3 hours of researching, we discovered that our itinerary was one of such: walk a half mile to the bus station, ride the bus 5 miles to the train station.  Ride the train 35 miles to Edinburgh.  Ride the bus 8 miles to our hotel.  The problem?  We didn't have times for any of these lovely events.  So we picked a time: 9:55 am.  At 9:30, we would set out to the bus station, hoping our bus would come sometime soon afterwards.  We began walking with our massive luggage up the scenic hills and arrived at the bus stop where two Scottish people were waiting.  We asked them what to do, we got a "I have no idea" and "10:00," which was a great thing to hear.  We made our way to the stop where we were supposed to be and waited...alone.  We trusted the Scottish folk, but still, were they right?  Luckily, 10:00 was on the money and we got on the wonderful bus.  Long story short, we made it to the train station, waited a while, ran into the bride and groom going off to their honeymoon, boarded the train and arrived in Edinburgh.

This is where things got interesting.  We had no idea what to do here, BIG city, TONS of people, no idea where to go.  We just started walking, found a few bus stops, confused, found tourist central and headed in.  It was awesome.  We had our massive luggage walking towards the tourist information center, all we needed was neon visors.  We found out what bus line to board and headed out to find the bus stop.  We find it and wait a half hour. A half hour passes and the bus comes amidst 8 other buses.  This place was poppin'.  We wait in line and finally get onto the bus.  I ask the driver if this was the right bus to the hotel, he didn't know what I was talking about, so I had to repeat it, he finally understood, said yes, and I handed him a five pound note.  He said "I can't take that, exact change only."  Great.  So we got off bus 31 with our massive luggage, ventured backwards through the queue of people and figured out what to do, pretty frustrated at this point.  Long story short, we finally made it to the hotel.



That's just one story of a decent amount of what-in-the-world-are-we-doing moments.  Had it not been for the hot tub, sauna, and steam room at the hotel, we would have popped.  It's a beautiful thing.

All in all, Scotland was an incredible experience, definitely worth it.  Albeit stressful, busy, freezing, and a number of others, it was AWESOME.  It was definitely a trial-and-error run, we made mistakes, we learned from them, next time we go back, we will be prepared maybe turn it into somewhat of a relaxing vacation.

DISCLAIMER: if you want to hear more about Scotland, ask me in person, or watch the video that will be posted probably next week.







That's it.  I guess.  Maybe.  It's alright I guess.  Maybe.  I'm just kind of tired of writing.




Have some brillienceness of a day.