Apologies for not writing sooner: I’ve been working in London recently. And boy, have I noticed the differences between London and La Clusaz. They might begin with the same letter of the alphabet, but they’re at opposite ends of the scale for population, cleanliness and food. Upon arrival at Gatwick Airport, I bought a bottle of water. The guy who served me wiped his snotty nose with the back of his hand, then touched my water to scan it without any sort of greeting, then sneezed without covering his mouth before handing me my change. Okay, it wasn’t a great start to my trip to London, particularly considering the swine flu concerns in the media, but it can only get better, right?
Not so. I was slightly bolstered with a Krispy Kreme donut — something impossible to find in La Clusaz. The happiness incited by the tasty treat was as short-lived as the donut thanks to the bus journey to my accommodation. A man was wandering around the bustling bus stop, ranting about the Polish and the Russians and “people!” in general. He walked up and down constantly, and I was glad when my bus arrived. Unfortunately, he was waiting for the same bus. For the entire journey, he shouted things such as: “When I’m alright, you’re alright, but when I’m not alright, I want to KILL, and I’m NOT ALRIGHT right now.”
Things did improve however, when I realised how technologically advanced London is. Not only can you top up your mobile phone credit at any cash machine, but you can use your mobile phone to pay precisely for just the time you spend in a parking spot, saving you any money lost to overestimating your stay on the old coin-printed style of ticket. I felt like a complete country bumpkin at my own surprise at these technologies. That, however, was days ago, and after a quick trip to Cambridge, I’m now in Brighton. There’s a whole separate blog entry right there! I do miss France and patisseries, but what’s not to love about fry-ups and Cheddar cheese.