8/3/2016 Scottish games, Glasgow & Celtics football game

I forgot to mention - after dinner we walked around Inverness catching Pokemons.  As we walked by the river to a footbridge we met a group of guys, all playing Pokemon.  There were 2 lures there so Pokemons were showing up in abundance.  The guys were surprised to see me playing too.  It might not be as cool now.

We got up very early to get on the road by 7.  There was a MacDonalds right across the street, so we picked up breakfast to eat in the car.  We want to get to the Killian Highland games.

The very first booth we came to was selling wool from their very own blue leicester sheep.  I bought a pretty skein for a shawl and Jef bought some for a hat for Branwen and a kit for B to make a bear.  They didn't take credit cards, but said we could PayPal when we got some place that had WiFi.

Caber tossing.  One almost hit a piper competing, everyone but the piper laughed.  One said, "they're a dime a dozen, one less is no loss."

Only one small pipe band.  They marched from the center of the town - one block- with the local lord to open the games.  They did it 2 hours after everything got started.

It spritzed a little during the games, but nothing serious.

We continued on to Glasgow, found our apartment, (on the 7th floor with elevator) and headed off to a Celtic football game. This was a quarter final international match.  The young man who took us to the apartment, pointed out the stadium from a window and told us to just follow all of the people dressed in green.

It rained hard on our walk to the game, but everyone was in a glorious mood as they poured out of pubs along the way.

Before the game everyone holds up a green and white striped scarf and sings You'll Never Walk Alone.  Thousands of male voices singing this is incredibly moving.  The scarves sort of look like caterpillars from a distance.

We had "dinner" at the stadium.  A scotch pie.

Everything in the place was striped green and white.  The paper towels in the bathroom were in single colors, either green or white, but when they were in the trash, striped again.

New fans

Two men sat next to me.  When I tried to pull up the hood of my raincoat, one asked if I was cold and loaned me his extra hat.  He had changed to a green one for the game.

We got quite chummy during the game and during halftime learned all about them.  They even offered us a 3 bedroom house for free in Glasgow if we didn't have a place to stay.  (That may have been the whiskey in the coke bottle they had smuggled in. They offered me a sip - I passed.)

WE WON right at the end.  We were really happy because we really didn't want to have to stay for overtime.  It had been a very long day.  (Also, happy fans are much nicer than ones who had lost.)

I returned the hat and my new friend whipped off his Celtic one and popped it on my head as a gift.

Taxi back to the apartment.