WoW! I love the city of London!
I love sitting on a bench at Leicester Square, just staring at people walking by - hearing the mix of languages while having a snack and just smiling...
I love taking a walk around Picadilly circus while looking at all those little tourists with their cameras - just like at Trafalgar Square :-)
I love having a few hours of strolling around in Covent Garden - the Apple Market, Jubilee Market, and of course the performers in the Lower Market....
I love standing in the underground - and even walking in the subway to the underground... even though I would usually just call it a tunnel ;-)
Of course there's a downside to all that is great... In this case, it's the air that comes first to mind. If I end up moving to London, I have to ask my older brother (who's been living there for at least 15-20 years now) what to use for the skin, to not let the bad air affect the skin too much. I'll probably also ask if he has ideas about freeing the airways and everyday things such as good stores to go for shopping groceries etc...
I enjoyed the travel. On the train to Gatwick Airport I ended up beside two very british (in dialect) men and could barely keep from laughing, both from laughing and the conversation - which seemed to have been started in the company of a bottle or two... Since they got of at the first stop, they were more fun than annoying as a whole.
The airport was as almost any airport I guess - a lot of duty free shops, some pubs/bars/restaurants and fast food - of course accompanied by some stands where liquor companies let people try their brands, and some people taking extra advantage of that. There was of course the usual blend of people, ranging from very drunk or very tired people to the older couples who simply sat down, waiting for their planes to show up on the departure screens...
I was lucky with the plane seat in a way - I got the seat behind the emergency exit, meaning there was no seat direct in front of me, so I had 1.5 meters for the legs instead of the usual 20-30 cm. The usual downside showed, in this case in the form of not being allowed to have the hand luggage, jacket or any other loose items anywhere else than in the compartment over the head. This meant that I didn't have anything to read or anything else to do during the flight, except watching the clouds (I never thought I would see such a carpet of clouds from above for such a long time, without seeing a single hole in them - but maybe that's just because I haven't travelled by air for a while). Considering I was pretty tired already when boarding the plane, maybe I wouldn't have opened my book even if I could, so in the end there's absolutely no complaints from me about the flight - except that the stewardesses were a bit rude when telling about the rules of luggage, but I can live with that ;-p
When I got off at Copenhagen airport, the only signs I could find for getting out were toward the baggage claims. Since I had only brought hand luggage I had no actual reason to go there - but finally I gave up when finding no other exit, and walked past all the people who had been on my plane, and then out :-)
The train from Copenhagen to Helsingør (Elsinore) was actually the only bad part. This is a trip I'm used to, after commuting a year and a half now. From the airport and half an hour after, there were three very young and (seeming) very drunk girls, who wouldn't stop with their screaming/giggling/laughing/yaddayaddaydaydaydya... If anyone told them to relax/shut up they just ignored etc (you know the type). At the station after they got off, two senile old men (who said the words 'two extremes'?) came on, and of course decided to sit next to me (one of those four seat places, with a table in the middle) even though we were already two there and there were several places with more space for them... They took all the newspapers I hadn't read yet (there had been a few on the table when I got on), and kept talking "old people danish". They were completely confused when the conductor (ticketmaster? clipper person?) came and told them that something was wrong with their tickets, and kept discussing it for ages afterwards (while "reading the newspapers" without actually turning any pages, hmmmm..)
Final remark: I give this trip 6/10 (10 best). It was low because:
- It was much too short,
- I felt a total of at least two raindrops
- Waiting at Leicester Square when it's cold and windy for an hour will probably never be a favorite - and no, the temperature didn't rise because of valide excuses..
- The room we had was the third smallest I ever slept in - and the other ones were actually made for one person, and not situated next to an elevator with the loudest door I've heard for a long time.
- Of course, my girlfriend decided to do all she could to hurt me by calling me cheap... twice.. this would've put the trip down to 4/10 if the rest wasn't so good ;-)