This was supposed to be a day of rest and relaxation and recouping from our journey to the Highlands and Lowlands of Scotland. For the most part, we were successful but we did have a serious hiccup with our hotel room: our lock didn't work.
One of the basic functions of a door is the ability to go in and out of it at will. This did not happen with our hotel room last night, leaving Laura and Denise to go up and down to the front desk, first thinking our key cards demagnetized, then discovering the problem was with the equipment, not us.
Have you ever heard of a door lock's battery dying? Well, that's what happened to us and we were so late in last night that no one in evening maintenance knew how to change it. Thus, we were left with two options: 1) switch rooms, 2) have someone with a master key let us in our room every time we left it. We went with option 2. Since we were in for the night, we'd only need the front desk again after breakfast.
The morning came and Laura set her alarm but forgot to set a sound for it, so she was up much later than expected, but we made it down for breakfast just before 10. Since the breakfast went until 10:30, we had time to spare. Laura and I had omelets, while Denise had almost a full Scottish breakfast, but couldn't be convinced to have blood pudding or haggis.
The staff at the Marriott bent over backwards for us, and even let us check out at 1pm for all our troubles. As for the lock, it did get fixed but they're aware something else is going wrong with it. It's a good thing one of concierges let us in after breakfast.
At exactly five to one we left our hotel rooms and headed for checkout. For a bit of interest, with the world cycling championships being held in Glasgow, our hotel had to deal with teams Canada, USA, France, Australia, and New Zealand. There may have been more but those were the uniforms we saw wandering through the hotel.
A traditional black cab loaded most of our stuff in the area where most cars have the front passenger seat. The cabbie was amused at our askance that a black cab could hold us and our stuff, but it did with room to spare. A short cab ride later, we arrived at the Glasgow Airport Holiday Inn, checked in and flooped (again, with a complete lack of grace as we're all tired) in our rooms until dinner time.
Dinner was simple but yummy and yet a little sad as it's our last full day in Scotland.
We skipped desert in favour of hot chocolate in our rooms so this blog could be completed early. Why so early? Tomorrow we have to be up at 4am, have breakfast and cleared our rooms before 5:30, because at 5:30, OCS comes to pick us up to take us across the way for all the airport security. I can't believe how nonplussed I am about it as OCS has just whisked us through everything before without one hassle and I expect the same thing tomorrow.
Stay tuned to see if Denise has trouble with Canadian Customs as she has for our last two trips.
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