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Once upon a time, there was a prince. Well, he wasn’t exactly a prince. He was more like a plain guy. Not especially strong, good looking, charming and all that – definitely not a prince actually. Nor was his noble steed white, it had wheels and was black. Anyway, back to the fairy tale. The guy went to Glasgow, stayed there for half a year and loved it very much, said goodbye, went home and lived happily ever after.

WHAT A LOAD OF CRAP… It was one of the shittiest experiences of my life saying goodbye to Glasgow. So horrible that I almost wept when I was waiting to catch the train from Glasgow Central. However, one of the reasons might be that Wednesday night was the goodbye party night and I was still hungover when I was going to the airport. I had said goodbye to most of the good friends, of whom I’ll hopefully get to see some of them again. But somehow the combination of saying goodbye to the city, the feel, the experience and the people in it was depressing. I guess it gets easier every time, as this wasn’t as bad as leaving New Zealand. Though, sitting in the train on the way to Prestwick Airport, gazing over the landscape, the ocean, golf-courses and guys in kilts didn’t make it better. Fortunately, RyanAir solved all of this for me, and reallocated my pain and sufferings. “Sorry sir, you luggage is overweight and you’ll have to pay £60.50 to get your boarding card”! Well, that hurt the wallet more than the depression and hangover did. - “Thank you for flying Ryan Air, hope we’ll see you soon again”.