Scotland, Day 1: Glasgow So Andrew and I encountered a march on the way to change train stations (Greenock to Glasgow in one, then Glasgow to Edinburgh on the other) to meet up with the group in Edinburgh (long story about why we were late--lost wallet, still AWOL, roommate stole it maybe?? Poor dude.). Anyways, there's a huge religious divide between the Protestants and Catholics. I knew that, but I didn't realize just how big it is. They just like to march on each other, apparently. Some girls I encountered in a mountain later in the day explained it further to me: because Glasgow is so close to Ireland (apparently), the religious divide is more prominent than in, say, Edinburgh. They told me it was really nasty in Ireland, and I was amazed that this kind of intolerance is just so transparent. Usually it's nasty belowground stuff, but this was flamboyant, even joyous in the protestations. People sang along to the drummers rhythms (thy knew the songs out on by the marching bands), ran to keep up with their favorite banner men and sections. It reminded me of the Macy's day parade, almost. I had no other idea to even compare it to, because I never see stuff like this in the States.