Hello everyone.
This blog has been in the making for a long long time and should have been up and running a few years ago. Nonetheless now that the moment has come, lets not mince words and get down to brass tacks.
Let me begin by the motive which finally pushed me to creating this-the London trip and hence the first entry is aptly titles as the London Diaries I
Why London I hear the interested reader(s) ask? Well it was officially a trip with my English class( don't get me wrong, my level of english has not regressed with learning french but this is a compulsory course and I am not complaining) with a legendary Prof who will be called as such and some band of friends who will also be called as such. One weekend was what it consisted of and evidently one did not expect to discover the whole country/culture in such a short span of time. But what I did not expect was that I would make new friends and discover a London which was very different from what a tourist might hope to discover.
It all began on the train which although goes under the Channel is not like the one which has been made popular in Dubai-that of fish trailing above and menacing sharks baring their beautifully set teeth. Neither does it involve the impressive ocean waters swirling into nothingness. All it does involve is a tunnel where one hears nothing thanks to blocked ears and has to shout to make oneself heard. Which is mildly irritating for those whose ears are NOT blocked-its like being stuck in a fish market in Kolkata when you don't want any fish. Moving on, the light at the other end of the tunnel gave way to some dark clouds and a lush countryside-my first impression was that i was finally in a country where cars rolled on the 'right' side (or left as my italian friend quickly pointed out) of the road.
The disembarking, taking the tube(which is really like its name suggests, giving you the uncomfortable feeling that you are much like an insect inside a tube) and reaching the hostel was banal. However the achitecture and the planning of the city with a Shard rising above some classical bulidings was surprising. We checked in and decided to roam the streets for food when we bumped into our Prof with some other friends. Finally having chosen a pub/resto we settled down to a delicious meal and some wonderful conversation, for who knew that Prof was such an interesting character! The never ending wonderful stories, the stimulating discussions and the cracking sense of humour was enough to keep us entertained until late at night. Who said age was a barrier to have a pleasant evening?
This blog has been in the making for a long long time and should have been up and running a few years ago. Nonetheless now that the moment has come, lets not mince words and get down to brass tacks.
Let me begin by the motive which finally pushed me to creating this-the London trip and hence the first entry is aptly titles as the London Diaries I
Why London I hear the interested reader(s) ask? Well it was officially a trip with my English class( don't get me wrong, my level of english has not regressed with learning french but this is a compulsory course and I am not complaining) with a legendary Prof who will be called as such and some band of friends who will also be called as such. One weekend was what it consisted of and evidently one did not expect to discover the whole country/culture in such a short span of time. But what I did not expect was that I would make new friends and discover a London which was very different from what a tourist might hope to discover.
It all began on the train which although goes under the Channel is not like the one which has been made popular in Dubai-that of fish trailing above and menacing sharks baring their beautifully set teeth. Neither does it involve the impressive ocean waters swirling into nothingness. All it does involve is a tunnel where one hears nothing thanks to blocked ears and has to shout to make oneself heard. Which is mildly irritating for those whose ears are NOT blocked-its like being stuck in a fish market in Kolkata when you don't want any fish. Moving on, the light at the other end of the tunnel gave way to some dark clouds and a lush countryside-my first impression was that i was finally in a country where cars rolled on the 'right' side (or left as my italian friend quickly pointed out) of the road.
The disembarking, taking the tube(which is really like its name suggests, giving you the uncomfortable feeling that you are much like an insect inside a tube) and reaching the hostel was banal. However the achitecture and the planning of the city with a Shard rising above some classical bulidings was surprising. We checked in and decided to roam the streets for food when we bumped into our Prof with some other friends. Finally having chosen a pub/resto we settled down to a delicious meal and some wonderful conversation, for who knew that Prof was such an interesting character! The never ending wonderful stories, the stimulating discussions and the cracking sense of humour was enough to keep us entertained until late at night. Who said age was a barrier to have a pleasant evening?
Off to a decent start, I say. Now I think it would be better if you had pictures to go with travelogue-like writings. Otherwise to a neutral person it may become slightly taxing. But for others like me, it is fun, for I read it as if you were speaking it. Like I said, fun. :)
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