So where did you go for vacations this year? Spent it at home like 99% of the rest?
Well, maybe you'll get to go next year. Just to rub it in then, I went to London.
I don't want to write about what it's like over there, you can get a more accurate description, with better pictures, directly from the Internet.
What I did in London is perhaps of no interest to you, however the nature of blogging being what it is, that doesn't in the least deter me from writing about it.
London sights and smells are laden with history. Even the spanking new buildings are designed to be rustic. Yet they somehow present a mixture of modesty and pretentious. They slap you in the face and say: "I've got more money than you do". Ah well.
On to the museums. Almost. I’ve seen the famous wax museum once and to me it seemed to contain nothing but wax dummies. I get to meet enough people in every day life who try to emulate the same, so I gave that a miss. Science museums do interest me, and the ones in London surely must have been intriguing had I the energy to actually enter one.
The Tower Bridge is just a road over the water. Note to Londoners: So what? You built a bridge. Big deal. If you had had the sense to make it a trifle taller, you wouldn’t have had to go through all the trouble of building a drawbridge. I mean, what’s the sense in disrupting all traffic just to allow a little boat to go by. Make the boats a bit smaller and be done with it.
The next place I went to was Trafalgar Square. Now, that is a place I really dig. You hear of multi-cultural England but won’t understand what that means till you visit that one open plaza. There’s nothing in it but a couple of smallish ponds and hungry birds. Also, one hell of a lot of people who come just to stand in the open. Even so, I found it relaxing to just sit there and listen to the babble of passing conversation. No one was speaking English. There was a constant murmur of Greek, Italian, Chinese, Urdu, Russian and perhaps every other language in use throughout the planet. There was even a person talking in ancient Mayan. At least, that’s what I assume it was as no one else could understand what he was going on about either.
Trafalgar is a place to pause and just watch life for a bit. I made friends with a pigeon there who was pleased to give me company. However, it later turned out that he was interested only in the croissant that I had sneaked out of the hotel at breakfast. If you see a black pigeon with red and blue feathers around the neck trying to sidle close to you, don’t feed the greedy bugger and tell him to stop acting all innocent.
I was staying in the outskirts of the city in the township of Harrow. And let me tell you an actual verified fact: They do roll up the side walks at 8 PM. There aren’t any pubs or gangs of rollicking party-goers there; they all just go home and turn off the street lights. Note to Harrowers: So what? Get a life!
What else was there to see in London? Actually, lots of stuff. So, I took the quick trip. In a nutshell: Harrods has a building, Big Ben tells the time, Westminster doesn’t allow visitors, Buckingham has guards with serious childhood issues compensated somehow by wearing furry headgear and ferries take people from point A to point B.
See? Now you can just memorize this article and pretend to everyone that you’ve been to London.
