On my third day in Edinburgh, I went to the castle despite the terrible weather. I should’ve done that earlier since it was weekend and the line was long. But I had no choice except standing in the drizzle and covering my camera with a plastic bag, hoping it would survive (this beloved camera has always been exposed to rain for far too often). After paying for what seemed like a fortune — for a student, at least — I went in, and was treated with the view of Edinburgh once again.

I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of this view.

A little bit walk around, and I felt transported to the old centuries. There are a lot of rooms that were clearly had witnessed many important events in the past, such as the Great Hall, Royal Palace, Argyle Tower, and so on.

There are also lots of dark and damp vaults where they used to confine the war prisoners in, complete with some old raggy clothes and hammocks that were hung between the wooden frame as their beds. The smell didn’t help, too. Being in those rooms was so eerie and depressing I didn’t bother to take my camera out. I walked straight out to the exit and tried not to imagine the prisoners in there. Once outside, I focused on nondepressing things to capture. It wasn’t hard, considering that the castle is situated on a hill, so everywhere I looked was just stunning.

More love for Edinburgh, I guess.

And after seeing all those beauty and grand rooms, I came to conclusion that the mini fortune I paid earlier for the ticket to Edinburgh Castle was worth every penny. It’s the price for seeing such a majestic castle, being transported back to the past, and being pampered with the view of the beautiful city below. No regret.