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Fifteen months into a three month holiday, money was a distant memory. Not so distant were the pleas of various financial institutions, including my parents, urging me to come home or somehow work off some of my substantial debt. Such words fell on deaf ears; I was enjoying my sprawling holiday too much.

My last day at the hogarcito, and I prepare the final details for the Farewell Pizza Party. Despite a few remaining language barriers it goes well; the lingo of pizza is universal.

It is the responsibility of everyone to help combat the growing problem of global warming, in whatever small way we can. My plan, although more unorthodox than recycling, is to go to the theatre. Theatre, when compared to every other artistic field whether it be the movies, music industry or fashion, leads the pack when it comes to being green. You think it sounds absurd? Read on.

I’m not sure when the transformation from upstanding member of society to cocky human snail, who considers themselves to be just that bit better (at travelling) than most people, takes place.  The metamorphosis from human to backpacker is a tough one to pin-point but can be found loitering somewhere between “Do you have a single room” and “Can I camp in your garden?” 

It was a pretty yet unremarkable morning. In the distance Mount Everest poked its snow covered peak out from the jagged Himalayas that surrounded it and looked down upon me and the slowly waking village of Tingri.

If it’s Scotland it has to be Glasgow.  Against a backdrop of stunning Victorian architecture you will find a lively and stylish city with so much to do that your first trip won’t be your last.  The great atmosphere of the city is supported by enormously friendly and accommodating Glaswegians, including around 30,000 students from three universities so you should feel right at home.