How exciting! I won't question how I got here or who gave me this turban. |
The whole experience is such a whirlwind that it can be quite a challenge returning home, where people speak your language, accept your money and find your tendency to use hand gestures when speaking just plain odd, rather than endearing.
Okay, you're happy, I get it. |
- The Tube - More existent than in Ghana. More efficient than New York. Less entertaining than the Paris metro, but it has a cooler name.
- The Clothes - No one does boho chic better than Londoners. It's a fact.
- Boris bikes - And seeing the most unlikely riders on them.
- Pubs - Not a bar. Not a club. Not a fancy soiree. Just good old-fashioned after-work drinks with friends. Yes, please.
- The Weather - Call me crazy, but I like the rain. And the fact that hardly anyone bothers with umbrellas here.
That said, my suitcase sits less than a foot from my bed, open and ready for action. London, I hate to love and leave you, but I'm a travel junkie, and always will be.
Tools of the trade. |