Over There

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Destination Great Britain!

 

While on a wider map the city looks landlocked, Glasgow sits on the River Clyde, which flows out into the Firth of Clyde and then on out into the Irish sea. The 129th steamed into the harbor amid active shipbuilding activity and, it would seem, marched right on to waiting trains, again destination unknown, but at least now they had a general idea.

I walked around City Centre a bit this afternoon, trying to stave off sleep because I failed in my method of staying awake 24 hours BEFORE my flight so I could sleep on the long flight and wake up in early morning local time to stave off jet lag. But I didn’t, so I didn’t.

 

Google Maps says this is Glasgow Harbor, but I fear someone opened a pub around there and just calls it “The Harbor,” as it’s nowhere near what appears to be the former shipyards downriver to the west where one would presume troop ships could find easy berth. (below)

 

If "The Harbor" IS where they disembarked from their troop ship, it was definitely an easy, short march to the trains. I walked what could be a likely route from the harbor to the dominating structure at the center of the Centre, Central Station, and it was a mere six minutes.

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