An elder at the chaplaincy picked us up from campus. It was cold and gloomy.
Do you remember watching one of those British-like royal party and sort? Like Princess Diaries, well, i would say this was EXACTLY the same as the movies. The first sensation was the music played by a pipe band, all sat together under a balcony/tent or something. Next was the view of the Queen's garden, with the Holyrood Palace as its backdrop.
The gardens are off-limits to the public for your information, and now i am stepping into it!
It is a gathering of the Church of Scotland Assembly, and England's Anglican Church, international delegates, mayors from all over Scotland, etc, etc.. And i was so lost. Being the only Chinese face there i think, with that fancy looking suit that i borrowed from Yang, the guy i mentioned in my earlier post. (I will get a suit like that when i go back). It was an invitation by Howard, the chaplain who is retiring in few weeks time, and a few other friends as well.
Anyway,

FOOD IS SERVED!!! AND THE CHOCOLATE CAKE HAS AN EMBLEM ON IT!

The Pipe Band.

A picture of the atmosphere, with suits and ties and hats. Very British thing, i mean the ladies with their hats.

Erm, Queen's Constables or something. They are all SO TALL and classy looking. See how proud this guy is.



Check out the suit, I am going Yakuza style! Need sunglasses though, with my hair combed back, and a few bodyguards. haha.

The other 2 friends that came. Timothy from Nigeria and Massud from Iran.


The Queen's Palace. Something like Buckingham Palace, except its in Edinburgh.


A picture of the emblem.

Massud And Robert, the current and future resident of the chaplaincy. He is from America.

Group photo with the chaplain.


With his wife too.


Some English couple.


The pipe band.

Met some ladies from the westcoast. Representing their respective churches.




A ruin just beside the palace.





Cool eh. Look so gentlemen-ish, like the musketeers.

Packing up after a hard days work.
An experience of an lifetime. :)
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