Some salty sailors and the best fish and chips in the world
Seriously. My anthropology class went on a field trip to the fisheries museum in Anstruther on Wednesday. The museum itself was pretty sweet. We got a short history of the last 100 years of the Scottish fishing industry, learned some knot tying and navigation, and heard some stories from a couple guys who have been out on the ocean fishing since the end of WWII.
We ate lunch at the Anstruther Fish Bar, which has been voted the best fish and chips in the UK for like the last ten years, and since people tell me the worlds best fish and chips are in the UK, I’m going to say I got to eat the best fish and chips in the world.
I’m not a fish and chips expert, but I would probably have to agree because after I was done eating, I was in deep fat fried fish heaven for about 2 hours.
I had a golf lesson on Friday at St. Andrews with this guy named Stephen Sweeney. Long story short, he nonchalantly told me he was from Ireland and that he was good friends with Rory McIlroy, who is probably the best 20 year old on the PGA.
Anyway, he straitened out my swing so hopefully I look good on the Old Course. I talk about it all the time, but I swear I’m getting on the Old course the week after next.
I’m catching a bus in 20 minutes to head to the Edinburgh airport. For the next week, I’ll be making my way around Barcelona and Rome, so there should be a couple new albums and a good post up soon.
If you have any other questions or comments please feel free to leave them below and I’ll get back to you!