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Basel – Where People Float to Work
You know those days when it suddenly strikes you that so much has happened and yet the date is still the same? Today was definitely one of those for me. Technically it makes sense because my day started at 3am, after only an hour’s sleep. London was freshly cleaned after raining all day and everything was eerily quiet as I caught a night bus from my house to St. Paul’s. Next, I weaved through cobbled stones until I reached Blackfriars station and caught the train to Gatwick. A cloudy night sky over the Thames, London still glows at 3am. Everything went smoothly, and the excitement of adventure out-won the lack…
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The Quintessentially British Beach of Brighton
It was a lazy start to the day and the damp ground outside didn’t bode well for our road trip to Brighton which we’d planned weeks ahead to accommodate the commitments of my two other friends. Why England? You’ve been giving us a warm hug for weeks now! With a bag packed, I was off first to uni where I met with the professor who supervises my summer project and then took the tube to the very end of the Northern line – Morden. Hopped into a car and off we sped down the A4 to the sea. Looping around to find somewhere to park the car (always such a…
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Do Talk to Strangers
Okay maybe not every stranger… but the thing is most people around you aren’t serial killers and probably think of you as the weird-o. And this sad loop of doubt means stepping into an occupied elevator to the top floor is an awkward experience when it could have maybe been an interesting conversation! I wasn’t a very confident kid growing up and felt nervous speaking to adults and strangers. But the experiences during my 6th form helped me break down the shells I was hidden in and slowly started developing the skills of being able to strike up a conversation and listen! To me, a conversation is a bit like…
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Those Who Are Loved
You get many things on a daily commute – amusement, boredom and sometimes, inspiration! Most of these travels are spent with my nose in a Kindle (doesn’t sound as pleasing as nose in a book…) but having just finished my previous read, A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder, I did the other thing I do in tubes – look at people and imagine their story. I didn’t get too far with the lady sat opposite me because I was struck by the beautifully poetic title of the book she was reading: Those who are loved, Victoria Hislop And without even glancing at the blurb or finding its genre, I had…
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Shards and Bridges
After not-the-most-productive and slightly frustrating of days, I wasn’t sure if I deserved to join the crew for my second week doing the London Friday Night Skate. Even after getting back home and clocking in my run of the day, I was uncertain. Literally a few minutes after I should have left the thought struck – how many opportunities in my life will I get to blaze down roads with hundreds around me? Best decision of the day. Even the journey to Hyde Park, where I changed at Canary Wharf, bid well as I got to see McLaren showing off their cars: Canary Wharf Another great thing about this weekly…
