Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Travel Notes II

The thing about going to London is that it could be any big city in Europe, black cabs and red buses apart. I did not meet a soul born within the sound of Bow Bells. Hotel check-in Turkey, the restaurant waiter from Estonia and most of the people in the street weren’t speaking English.

Oh, there was one English guy. He was relieving himself against the window of Borders at 8pm. Classy guy. A trip to London nowadays is definitely more of a chore than something to enjoy.

1 comment:

Eye Jay said...

I agree.

It's now a novelty these days when you hear a cockney accent on the tube. I expect a camera crew to show up and shoot a Harry Enfield sketch.