The Edinburgh tram riding experience isn't so bad, just forget the cost and the incompetence. For a few quid you can pleasantly slide for squeaky miles across the industrial hog weed infested wasteland that eventually brings you the streets of the capital, abruptly. You pass beige offices, Aston Martin dealerships, the Krispy Kreme outlet, ruins and would-be slums, puzzled shoppers and students and scattered palatial dwellings. From the tram you see the backside of everything, raw, abandoned and cocky with graffiti. Edinburgh is a curious mix. When the sun shines and the grass turns brown, the wasps pretend to be bees and the family gathers there probably is no better place to be.