I hope your realize there is no hand washing facilities…

This festival turns more into a marathon rather than a fiesta. I’m having fun but on the same note I’m glad to be headed back to the comforts of North America. Last night was the final Saturday and it was a full house with standing room only, it was a good way to wind down the fest. With only 2 shows left I find myself counting down the days like a prisoner waiting for parole, but unlike a prisoner nobody steals my pudding during lunch break.

I’m staying near a fairly large park known as the meadows. It serves as a landmark and also a giant urinal in the middle of town. Public urination does not covet one gender here and both sexes are keen on emptying their bladder. This city takes away the common social nuances that plague and slow down a normal society. With wet streaks as evidence running down the side walk you have to skip over them holding up your pant legs in some kind of new age hip hop dance I call the ankle flash.

It would probably be safe to assume that when the festival season is over they maintain a much slower pace in this lovely community. Keeping up with the Jones’s in this degree would leave to a short but fun filled life. One strange comparison is that London the biggest city in the UK has no recycling system, where as Edinburgh has a very advanced and easy to use system. It just shows you that Scottish people care about the tree there about to take a piss on.

JU

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Day 25 of 26: Edinburgh Fringe Festival