Did well over 13,000 steps on Friday and the early morning hours of today (Sat.)
First stop today, check to see if that tardis/police call box station we spotted earlier was really in business for medicinal cbd products. It turns out they can’t advertise the shop’s existence when it’s closed, so you just have to know the shop is there and when it’s open. Chris at CBT Tardis was super helpful, knowledgeable, and keen to let us sample the goods.
All stocked up for the rest of our stay, we headed further up a different hill to get our afternoon breakfast. This time at a vegan-friendly place called the Butterfly and Pig where social butterflies meet and hungry people eat. Great menu for vegan, vegetarian and carnivore types. We were way too full to sample any of their yummy looking desserts.
A little hard to find as it is in the basement of the building.
Paul got a delicious spice flavored carrot soup and a frittata. I ordered a breaded eggplant burger. We both had some super delish freshly steamed hot chocolate.
After breakfast-lunch we walked around the town a bit more, collected a few more street art photos, all the while hearing some songsters busking on the main streets. Some out in the open, others nestled under an overhang, or small nook for better acoustics. The music travels a surprisingly long way. I assume it is because of all the tall old buildings and the fact that many of the streets are pedestrian only.
One of those main streets being Sauchiehall. To me this looks to be an old Gaelic sort of name, so it sounds nothing like what it may look like to you. You may be surprised to learn it is pronounced Sockiehaw or maybe, depending on which part of Scotland you’re from, Suckiehaw.
For tonight first act Barza, another group from Brittany, took the stage. A very dramatic stage performance with great songs with back stories before each one. Which was super nice after all the years listening to them, not being a Breton speaker, I finally know what the songs were about.
The second act was Xabier Díaz with all-female voice and percussion ensemble Adufeiras de Salitre who he collaborates with. Many dance tunes played and even a bit of dancing from those on the stage. I am going to put a link at the bottom which shows one of the dances which Xabier preformed while the ladies sang and played their square drums. If you read yesterday’s post, you may remember that these folks appeared at the Glee Club for a quick set the day before their concert hall performance. They are from Galicia, with is located in the very north of Spain. They have their own language. Like Brittany in France, Galicia is a part of Spain that I would like to go to.
You can see the dance in this YouTube video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwjZd5ak7xA
We left the main venue in some light rain last night. We quickly headed over to the Glee Club to see if we could get a good spot at the head of the queue to score some tickets. Amazingly as we approached we could see there were already some young folks waiting in line, so we fell in behind them. Before you know it, the line was snaking along the building and the light rain had picked up a bit. Luckily, there was a bit of an overhang above us that protected us a bit from the worse of the elements.
About 10 mins before the doors opened the door manager came out and informed everyone that all seats were sold out and that no further tickets would be available until half 12. The grumbling and moans of disappointment could be heard all through the line, ours mixed in with voices. The amusing young folks behind us were not so pleased, since only a few of them had tickets, but all their friends didn’t. We tried to make a deal for a couple of their tickets, and Paul was upping the ante, but I figured we should let them hold onto what they had for late admission. No deal was struck, and one of their comrades apologized jokingly for his countrymen and his country. We joked we were going to follow them around all night, but we soon went our separate ways.
The rain was coming down pretty good at this point, streams of water swiftly flowing down the hilly cobbled lit by the street lights. It was really very pretty out there in the cold dark rainy night, all the various colors from buses, shops and pub light reflecting in the puddles.
We were soaked through, and decided to go back and change get a bit and maybe go back up the hill in a bit to get into the club at half 12, as they say here. The club would be going until to 3:00 am so we might still catch most of the show. In the end, we worked on getting the blog updated and called it a day.
You are providing some great reading and some amazing pictures. I like the photo of the taxi. It made me think of Bansky. I laughed at the phrase “afternoon breakfast.” I didn’t know there was a name for what I have been doing for quite some time. Sauchiehall Street is a great name for a street, though I liked the name of your airplane, Snaefell better. Wikipedia tells me Sauchiehall comes from two Scots words,
sauchie = abounding in willows and hauch = a low-lying meadow by the side of a river, but you probably already knew that. Keep having a great time.