Buchanan Hostel
The journey from the airport to the halls in Newington was a short one. My first impression of the buildings was one of awe and the architecture gave me a sense of living in the past. Upon reaching, we unloaded and hauled them to our rooms. Again, I helped to carry them up to the first floor of the Playfair Halls where the ladies were to stay. Luckily my room was on the ground floor of Darroch Hall.
The sun was shining brightly and many of the African students were sitting on the field enjoying the warmth.
The walls of the halls were built with bricks that one can see in most buildings in Scotland. I could constantly imagine myself as being in the stories I had read in books by Enid Blyton. I would expect mist and fog in the evening as described in those stories.
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