On the subject of Gents…

#6 Much to my surprise, and yours, I did not fall into the barreled arms of a healthy Scotsman. As it happens, an American fella named Nick, who I acquainted with in the Expat circles of Prague, came round early for a visit, and subsequently, awestruck over Scotland and presumably drunk on the finest whisky, we toasted to our bright future—together.

Shortly thereafter he packed his bags up in Prague and we started fresh on the East Coast in Scotland’s Capital, Edinburgh.