My Day in Glasgow: Getting Lost and Finding Joy

Today, I found out that speaking English does not mean you will understand it.

A friendly guy from Glasgow stopped to help me with directions. He smiled as he talked, and after thanking him, I walked away feeling good. A few minutes later, I realized I had not understood half of what he said.

"No problem," I thought. "I’ll just check Google Maps."

But then, I had no internet on my phone. I had stepped out of the free Wi-Fi zone. The delay in getting a local SIM card, which I bought later for £25, hit me hard. For some time, I stood there, unsure if I should trust my memory or my gut. Neither was very helpful!

Thank God I bought a day travel ticket for around £6.30. This turned out to be the best choice of the day. I went north, south, east, and maybe a bit west before finally reaching my destination. Let’s just say I got an unexpected tour of Glasgow without paying extra!

One of the best moments was meeting a traditional Scottish bagpiper. He gladly posed for a picture with Baba T, and it felt like I was in one of those classic Scottish postcards.

By the end of the day, I learned two things. First, Glasgow is a lovely city with truly kind people. Second, covering the Commonwealth Sport needs more than just journalism skills; you also need to know your way around!

Hopefully, by Day 3, I will spend less time searching for places and more time reporting from them.

Glasgow, I’m starting to find my way.