I once read a book about a guy who spent a whole day trying to stop at every tube station in London. This was part of a bet and I am not even sure whether he made it in the end or not. I only remember he almost missed his wedding the next day. Sounds a bit like the movie Hangover :)
Anyway, today I am a little like this guy with a similar mission it seems. But for me it was supposedly more about getting to know the Picadilly line stations between Heathrow and King's Cross.
This is how I spent my day: after a successful meeting with a colleague near Heathrow there was enough time for me to get to Central London - as the city center is called here - and walk around a bit in the rain (of course it's raining, wouldn't be GB without it) :)
at least that was my plan. Then reality hit. Having the kind of rings I like you have to take them off to wash your hands which is what I did in the nice SAP headquarter's "loo". Putting them back on or at least taking them with me seems to be another story on the day after I slept only about 4h for whatever stupid reason.
Anyway, you already know what happened. After getting to the hotel I noticed that I feel a bit naked on my hands. Sh..!
So here I am on my third time through all the stations of this wonderful 1h tube ride and I even met someone I sat next to on the plane.
Sitting on the subway is actually pretty interesting. Maybe I should start watching my suroundings more and not hide in a book so often. Right now for example there is another girl putting on her make-up, but not only what you usually see but the whole deal. She has a big folder eith several brushes,3 different make-up bottles and she is doing a piece of art here. I wonder who is the lucky guy who gets to kiss all these maybelline products.
Before - when I was on the Outbound - I got introduced to a whole family. That was one chatty toddler.
Now we got some rugby fans with us in the cart. Luckily they look too weak and old to actually be hooligans. Maybe in their younger days :)
BTW who ever said Munich is one of the last European metropoles (is it even a metropole?) with no reception in the subway? London - one of the real meropoles and the host of the 2012 Olympics also doesn't have it.
I am about half way back and find it interesting that the subway is equally full both ways and all afternoon. Are people who work in the center going outbound to not be bothered by the city anymore and people who work in the outskirts going inbound to enjoy the night out in the town?
Well, to me the most important part is that I got my ri gs back. This also gave me the opportunity to ride in one of the London taxis and probably make the day of this Indian cabdriver who got to drive me there from the tube station, wait in front of the building and drive me back. Minus the multiple dress changes this was a total Bridget Jones moment.
I am looking forward to staying in the city center for the rest of the weekend. And the rings will stay in the suitcase!
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