Wednesday, 19 November 2008

Livin' la Vida London

I just returned from an extended weekend in London and had the time of my life. After weekend trips, I usually have done all I wanted in a city and am more than ready to return to my cozy dorm in Ormskirk. But this time, I could have extended my weekend another four weeks or so. Fortunately, I have a second cousin who lives in London who was kind enough to open his home to me and let me stay three nights with his family. I am so thankful for this because staying in a hostel by myself in a city truly too large for a small-town girl to comprehend in one weekend would have been overwhelming. It was nice to sit down to dinner with a family and watch popular shows at night--I got a true sense of what an English family lives like and it reminded me of how sweet home is.

The first night in London, I went into the first pub I passed that had live music playing from inside. Both of the bands I listened to had tunes that were hard to wrap my head around, but I stayed and their style grew on me. I knew the next day would be filled with sightseeing, so I went to bed fairly early.

Saturday, I left for the city at half seven in the morning, bought a map, and started walking to the city center. With my great sense of direction--I really have none at all--I ended up walking the completely opposite way of all the landmarks and ended up in a neighborhood on the outskirts of town. It was safe and looked like a really wealthy neighbourhood, but I was far from where I wanted to be. I took the time to find where I was on the map and saw that I was extremely close to Warwick Avenue--a Duffy song. So, I made the best of my situation and took some photos. Then, it was time to have a go at the tube. The transportation system is so easy to figure out with the tubes and buses. Basically, all of my past experience with connect-the-dots paid off and I found my way around without even asking one person for directions. Once in the city, I saw the following (yes, it's possible to do this in one day): Piccadilly Circus, Trafalgar Square, Big Ben, House of Parliament, Westminster Abbey, London Bridge, Millennium Bridge, Tower Bridge, Tower of London, Globe Theatre, and London Eye. I went in, rode, and rocked everything because I wanted to take advantage of my time in London--I never know when I'll be able to return. That night, I met up with my friends from Edge Hill and we had Chinese food and ice cream together. It was all-in-all a great day in London and I never felt out of sorts being by myself.

Sunday was relaxing and calming--like a Sunday should be. I went to church at the All Souls Clubhouse, which is soon to celebrate its 50th Anniversary. My cousin gave the sermon that day and I sat with my younger cousins. After church, I met some great new people and made a friend who later showed me around Notting Hill, Kensington Gardens, Hyde Park, Royal Albert Hall, and Harrods department store. She was a great help, having lived in London for ten years, and she knew a lot of facts about the city, even being so kind as to answer all of my questions concerning Prince William and Harry. (There's still hope.)

Sunday evening, I was exhausted, so I called it an early night and woke up bright and early on Monday to finish seeing a few things that I didn't have time for the previous days. First, I went to Buckingham Palace--William didn't come out to see me...maybe next time. I rode on a double-decker bus, but I didn't know where it was actually heading. I just knew I had to ride one of those red buses before I left London, so I hopped on one and rode until the driver called, "Last stop!" I was the only one on the bus, so I think he figured out I was just along for the ride since we basically rode around two street corners, which I could have walked in less time than it took on the bus. But still, I rode one and had that experience. Lastly, I visited Leicester (pronounced "Lester") Square, where all the grand film premiers are held and also Convent Garden, where you can look at market trinkets and find a little quiet solace right in the center of the city.

Upon finishing my last sightseeing and gift-buying, I realized my trip to London was over. I didn't want to get on the train to go back home, though. I had such a good time and there was so much that I was unable to see in those three days. London is definitely a city that captured my heart and enlightened my imagination. I came back to Ormskirk with a revitalization and zest to see more and enter into my last month in England.

Side note: There's a man outside the canteen right now who is leading ducks along with his tempting handful of bread crumbs. He looks like the Pied Piper of ducklings. I wish I had my camera...there are about two dozen ducks and geese surrounding him and it's quite charming. The ducks are fine, but I don't think the man knows what he's got himself into.

Peace.

Tuesday, 18 November 2008

Old Trafford

Last week, I had the great pleasure of seeing the official Manchester United players strut their stuff at an actual 'footy' match. (Yes, David Beckham used to play for this team.) My good friend Tyral had the connections because he's a member of the Man. U. club and could get tickets easily. For a stadium that seats 76,000 chanting, dedicated fans, the particular night we went, there were only about 65,000 people in attendance. 'Only.' We arrived early to take photos outside and around the stadium. Tyral insisted that I try a bacon cheeseburger from a grill stand outside because it was 'so good' and only cost £3. So, I indulged and ended up with a delectable treat about the size of a Cool-Whip tub--40 minutes later, I was finished. The night we went, the weather was cold and wet, but when all the fans arrived, the energy rushing through the stadium was amazing and made the distraction of inclement weather disappear. Never before, and maybe never again, have I seen grown men chanting and singing songs in support of a sports team. It's true that we have chants in the states, but to the extent of, "Na, na, nuh, nah, HEY! Da, da, duh." And they have so many more songs than Take Me Out to the Ball Game--a great tune, no doubt. With every play or just urge of competition, someone in the crowd would say a line of a chant or song and everyone else would join in. It was so cool to see the camaraderie among the fans for their love of football. All of their passionate cheering paid off because Man. U. won over the Queens Park Rangers, 1--nil. I was so happy to go and blessed to find a friend willing to take me along to what most people traveling to England don't get to ever see. The tickets are difficult to acquire, with some people waiting years to get to one game if they're not members of a football club.

I'm sure all of my Liverpool friends are upset with me choosing a Man. U. game, but you can't win 'em all. Another aspect of football here that is almost inconceivable to anyone back home is the deep-rooted rivalry amongst teams. I was fortunately at a somewhat docile match, but I was warned of fights between groups of opposing fans. On that note, the rivalry is almost 'inconceivable' if you happen to be unaware of the Ohio Buckeyes and Michigan Wolverines....

Peace.