Ginger Without Borders

After spending the entire day sleeping the jet lag away (and hiding from the snow storm, aptly named the ‘Beast from the East’. I’m not joking. Google it.), I came to the conclusion that I had to do something outside of my hostel room to salvage the day. Lucky for me, hostels are awesome and often have nightly events organized for guests. And since the snow storm was so terrible, nearly every guest at this hostel planned on attending the ‘Ceilidh’ (pronounced ‘Kay-lid’ I think) organized last night.

So, with three inches of snow on the ground and the storm still coming down strong, myself and about 40 other twenty-something year olds bundled up and set out into the snow to make the trek to a pub about 10 minutes walk away where the Ceilidh was taking place.

Not our best idea in the world. By the time we actually got to the pub, our clothes were coated in snow (and the lions mane [my hair] was pure white and frozen solid). But it was worth it. I wish I had the words to describe how truly hilarious it is to watch a bunch of foreigners, most a few beers deep, attempt Scottish dancing, but unfortunately I don’t. So here are some videos instead: