As promised, Doris and I helped Deryck with chores around the house before heading back into Edinburgh. I turned some compost and pulled weeds, and Doris did some cleaning inside. The one-armed man was kind enough to cook us breakfast, though! You gotta love that! Now that’s hospitality!
For Doris’ last full day in Europe, we decided to check out as much of Edinburgh as we could.
Just kidding, we watched more Fringe.
This time, it was Puppet Fiction.
And yes, it’s exactly what you think it is…Pulp Fiction in puppet form! Not no lame sock puppet or anything; we’re talking marionettes here!
The show was only 55 minutes long, though, so we were curious to see how they’d fit the whole movie into that amount of time.
It turns out they were only doing the storyline involving Jules and Vincent. The cafe, the Royale with Cheese scene in the car, the apartment where they kill a bunch of young idiots who tried to rip off Marcellus, the scene where Vincent accidentally explodes the dude’s face off in the back of the car, the Wolf coming to the rescue to help clean up the situation, and the final scene back in the cafe with the attempted robbery.
It was fantastic. In fact, it was made even better by the fact that everything that could have possibly went wrong did go wrong. For example, when they arrive at the apartment where the young guys live and they have to get out of the car, Jules seems to get stuck; the puppeteer can’t seem to get him out. Jules is bent over the dashboard, and it looks like he’s trying to hump the car. The puppet must have gotten stuck on something. Right on the spot, the puppeteer says, “Shit, my dick is too big! I can’t get out!”
Then, in the scene just before they enter the apartment and Jules and Vincent are talking about the level of intimacy involved with giving a woman a foot massage, Jules’ hand somehow gets stuck in his fro. The guy says, “Well, I guess this is my life now,” and just continues the scene. They had the crowd howling!
They were doing the other stories from the film on the following days, but sadly we wouldn’t be able to see them. Again, when faced with disappointment and frustration, Doris and I turned to Mexican food. We grabbed a couple of burritos across the street and instantly felt better.
We headed to Royal Mile to grab a few final souvenirs, when we spotted a phone repair shop. Just what I needed! I went in and showed the guy my phone, and he had it fixed in 20 minutes. Huzzah!
Apparently upon making impact with the ground, the phone put itself on factory mode. I guess factory mode didn’t become fully active until I restarted my phone, though. All he had to do was take the back off the phone, reset the phone settings, take the battery out, and let the phone cool off, because it had started to heat up pretty badly. The screen may still be cracked, but at least my baby is alive!
We drove back to Deryck’s, where he planned to show us a movie called Carla’s Song. It was a perfect movie for us because it takes place in Glasgow and Nicaragua during the Contra War in the 1980’s. Deryck was smart to download subtitles for the movie, since the Glaswegian accent is surprisingly difficult to decipher. Every time Doris and I thought we had the accent figured out, the subtitles would momentarily disappear, and we’d be completely at a loss.
The movie takes a close look at the terrible atrocities wrought by the American-backed Contras on the Nicaraguan people. A Nicaraguan refugee is struggling to cope in Glasgow because she is haunted by the memories of what happened back home. She befriends a Scottish bus driver, and he goes with her to Nicaragua to find her friend in hopes of finding closure. It’s a beautiful movie by director Ken Loach, a highly acclaimed winner of the Palme d’Or, Cannes Jury Prize, and a long list of other awards. He is apparently is known for his socialist ideals and socially critical films. Highly recommend the movie.
After the movie, we reluctantly got around to packing, and I finally showed Doris a Simpsons episode I’d been meaning to show her since Liverpool–the B Sharps episode.
And that’s a wrap on the latest adventures of Captain Awesome and Major Cool! I can’t begin to explain just how much fun it’s been to have her around. Many people on this trip have commented along the way on what I’ve been saying for years about this young lady. She has a wonderfully kind and creative spirit and is exceptionally mature for somebody of her age. She is somehow both innocent and exuberant about life, love, and everything that touches her, but also has a sense of maturity that allows her to be accepting and loving of everything and everybody that crosses her path without question, without hesitation, and with complete understanding. She bravely wears her emotions on her sleeve and goes with the flow, accepting every twist and turn that comes with life and travelling with her older brother. Even when something goes wrong and I get upset or frustrated with the situation, she responds perfectly to my reaction. She makes the lows tolerable, and the highs astronomical. Plus, she’s super weird, and so much fun to be around. And she never says no to ice cream. Best. Travel buddy. Ever.