imjustshane

Home away from home.

The girls are completely ruining my London Experience Home life with Kristi and Ris feels so normal and comfortable that it really doesn’t feel like Im on the other side of the globe. Sure the shower has a button and not taps, everything in the fridge has strange brands on in the labels and the backyard is apparently terrorised by a fox; but it really feels just like home.

Vegemite on toast for breakfast really seals the deal.

Observations of London

The fox alarm clock is rad. Kristi may have started swearing and stomped on the floor, but what could be cooler than being woken up my a fox scratching at the floorboards? Squirrels could probably top it but despite promises that have been made by the girls I’m yet to see one. Where the fuck are the squirrels!!!

Being polite really shocks people over here; so far giving up my seat on the train for an elderly lady and giving way on the footpath to a woman have both been met with shock and confusion. I know the weather is gloomy over here, but damn people, hug that shit out or something.

I fucking love accents. I swear I spent more time looking at faces and listening to accents at the Tate Moden (like GOMA) than I did looking at the art. This is a people watching Mecca.

St Paul’s Cathedral

Trying to take in the majesty of St Paul’s cathedral is completely overwhelming. It’s glorious dome rising above the rabble of the city has been calling to me and drawing me in all day, as my photo’s will attest. But now once inside where camera’s aren’t allowed my eyes are all I have to gaze upon the marvel at the original and most important monument to my Anglican faith.

The overwhelming size, the growing space that rises forever, every inch and detail greater than the last. This really is the most amazing thing I have ever seen. And as moving as the sight of this great building is nothing can touch the emotion of joining in the recital of the Lords Prayer with their hourly prayer.

Its criminal that I cant share everything I have seen and love through photograhos, but I dare say thats part of the glorious mystery of it all.

Dude, where’s my cab???

I trekked from St Paul’s to the Museum of London and was completely underwhelmed. Lots of bits of old stuff that don’t look like much and lots of “artists impression” type models of stuff. 

They even made the the Great Fire of London look dull!

The only excitement came after I left I and came to realise I had walked miles in the wrong direction! In fact I’m now writing this in the back of a London cab spending a fortune to get back to where I should have been ages ago. Oops!

Tube master, TUBE FASTER!

Twenty four hours in London and Im completely owning the tubes. Sure I got lost looking for a station once, but now Im right on top of it.

For the folks playing at home if you were ever embarrassed to be catching the Ipswich train, it could be worse. I’m currently on the Cockfosters train. (Pause, fall down laughing) Yep thats right, its COCKFOSTERS.

Everyone on the train looks quite serious, but all I can do is giggle.

Shane 1- Jet lag 0

I was feeling slightly travel weary when I arrived, and was struggling to talk properly as the night wore on but I seem to have avoided jet lag completely today.

I snapped awake like I was coming to at the hypnotist at the sound of the fox this morning, and while my legs burn and ache I really feel completely fine. 

Fingers crossed it holds up!