The airport is known for giving bad exchange rates, but I needed pounds for the airport shuttle and the taxi cab to the residence halls. The exchange rate actually dropped two cents today to $1.95/1 GBP, but I paid $2.14. Oh well, I imagine I can only get a better rate when I enter Edinburgh.
I was surprised to discover that the 20 GBP notes don’t quite fit into my wallet the way I would like them to. They end up getting clipped by the zipper, so I will most likely have to buy a new wallet. Add it to the expenses, eh? 1 GBP comes in a heavy gold coin, but the 1p, 10p, and 20p coins I got after buying a Chedder & Tomato Chutney sandwich just confuse me. Why are some coins round and some octagonal? I’ll get the hang of it in no time, but right now I’m a total foreigner who has to sort through each coin before making proper change.
(On a side note, I had never tried chutney before and had no idea what it was, but it tastes very good. At least my taste buds are daring.)
I’m siting in the Manchester airport, and four boy scouts and one Scottish equivalent just walked by! My first kilt sighting! No, I don’t know if he was wearing any underpants and there’s no way I could ask anyway – he’s gone now.
I am so grateful for my laptop right now.
