The Open

I'm still in Norway, but since I'm staying with my host and i can use his internet while he's in the gym I don't have to worry about the price for this internet session. As mentioned before, Norway's bloody expensive :)

Arriving in Glasgow on Wednesday after a long trip on the train ... it rained, what else. But luckily I had an umbrella with me and mainly stuck to the shops. There's not much else to do there anyway.
The only reason I actually went out of Glasgow station was to buy a kilt. Just across the street there was a newly opened kilt shop, which had a half price sale - lucky me - so I got the kilt without spending much of my food money. It's a modern Douglas tartan with a leather Sporran.
I then went on to go to my hosts in Prestwick, just 5 minutes away from the Ryanair airport, although I never heard a plane from the flat. My host a Polish guy with three female flatmates, one of whom had a small boy and one who's sister was there to visit.
They were all very lovely and hospitable and I even had an intense conversation about religion with one of the girls the second night. That evening we all went for a stroll along the sea front, which was extremely refreshing and weird because some dogs seemed to like to drink salt water.
The next day I watched the opening day of The Open at Turnberry ... in my kilt. Funnily enough I seemed to be the only one wearing a kilt, and i'm not even Scottish. However, later on I talked to a Marshall, who not only is called Douglas and thus has got a modern Douglas kilt at home, but also told me that there was another Marshall wearing a kilt. I still wonder whether I was caught on camera. Surely it must have been so, since I know the coverage of the tournament to sometimes look at boats along the coast and the commentators saying, what a nice wheater to go sailing it is. I hope that they caught me on camera from behind, because otherwise they would have noticed the missing Sporran. If anybody watched it and saw me, please tell me :)
At first i had a look at all the holes after which I followed Lee Westwood, Ryo Ishikawa and another guy also called something with wood. And I'm not talking about the really good one, which ended up in tied third place, Chris Wood, but the other one that didn't even make the cut.
I know, I don't like Tiger that much, I think he's won enough.
Then I made my way to the first hole, where Martin Kaymer was just about to tee off together with Ernie Els and Lucas Glover. I think Kaymer was tired from winning the last two tournaments on the European tour just before the Open, because he performed not that great. To be fair he ended up in tied 34th place. So after a while I waited for this and another flight to pass by to follow Monty, who was accompanied by Zach Johnson and K J Choi.
Once I've got the money I'll go and watch the whole week of the Open possibly including practice days.
The next day I took the plane to Oslo. Funnily one of the flight attendance was my Polish host.

(Cameras and Mobile phones were prohibited at the Open, so no pictures of that)