DAY 21: Milngavie to Glasgow – 9.7 miles
After such a good sleep, I was in no rush to go anywhere! At the breakfast buffet I also took my time eating everything on offer, plus of course stashing the odd bit in my bag under the table for later. Still peeved about the amount of money I had to spend on one nights accommodation (3 or 4 times what I usually pay!) I then discovered that Milngavie is not 15 miles from the centre of Glasgow, but only 6.7 – which annoyingly meant there were actually many other (cheaper) options availabke. I could have simply walked the extra all the way to the city; I could have caught a bus, train or even taxi in, then come back out today to quickly tick off this final stretch; I could also have divided up the WHW route a little better, so that my final day deliberately ended in Glasgow. So many more options than paying £83 to stay in Milngavie.
Again I curse myself for my lack of forward thinking and in this case double checking. Why I thought it was 15 miles between Milngavie and Glasgow, I don’t know… but from now on I’m determined not to get caught out like this again. This did mean however that I was in no rush to go anywhere, so spent the morning chilling at the Premier Inn, before checking out at 11:59. I also took a more leisurely route into the city, going via the Botanical Gardens, chatting on my phone, not really taking much notice which way I was going just enjoying being a tourist getting my first taste of Glasgow.
In fact being back in a city was pressing all my buttons and similtaniously I wanted to eat at each and every exotic and wholefood restaurant, shop at all the colourful vintage and retro shops, get a new tattoo, enjoy a holistic massage and sample all the boutique wines, craft ciders and liquid treasures in the wonderfully named Valhalla’s Goat bottle shop. In fact I liked everything along the Great Western Road which lead away from the botanical gardens, so I made a mental note to return tomorrow when I have more time. For now I just wanted to get to the hostel and get out of my well-trekked clothes, so continued toward the town centre to find Euro Hostel. A massive, functional, well oiled backpackers where I picked up the stuff my mum had dropped off, found my bunk in the 4-bed dorm on the 8th floor, stuck on some washing, half hour later tried to find somewhere to hang it out to dry, went for a ginger beer in the hostel bar and then next door to Lidl’s to buy cheap soup and veggies for dinner. Standard backpacker stuff really.