my life in london is drawing to an end. i've been reminiscing about it lately. and i do not know what to make of it.
the amount of distance i walked in london is definitely more than the total distance i walked in the first seventeen years of my life. did not experience any cultural shock but did open up to a few new things. i've learned to savour the taste of beef but failed to enjoy traditional english ale. i do not have a taste for english food; i find the english's culinary art is atrocious. fish and chips is just battered friend fish and potato chips and pies are just pastries stuffs with meats and onions. nothing special although i might find traditional beer battered fish and chips, still it is not exceptionally unique. cathedrals look alike and the buildings are monotonous. boring
i like london but i don't like london at the same time. i've lived all over london. north, south, east and west. approximately but i have a very good idea of it. i like the west, follow by the east, not so much for the north and south. in london we one from one place to another using the tube or bus. choose carefully as the speed you reach your destination using the different mode of transport varies for the different hours of the day and for the night - get a cab. i hate the public transports but there is just no other options. driving is terrible due to the traffic and if you are driving a manual car then it's worse. lots of traffic lights and the speed limit is fucking low. i've got a ticket.
one thing i like is river thames. it's not a crystal clear river but a busy river with commuter boats, tourist laden boats, floating pubs and restaurants, and dinner cruises at night time. interesting sights of london are usually visible along the river. i would use the river service more if it is not that expensive. five quid a way and two fifty with a travel card. there is no sense in paying extra two fifty a way when a travel card is bought. travel card a month cost bloody sixty nine quid.
a verse taken from sweeney todd's song which i agree.
There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
and the vermin of the world inhabit it
and its morals aren't worth what a pig could spit
and it goes by the name of London.
anyhow, it's been an experience, cannot say good but nevertheless worthwhile.
