Perhaps
it’s the English speaking nature of London but upon arriving and exploring it
felt familiar and comfortable, not too different from home. London for me was
composed of snippets of cobbled roads, overcast weather, busy bustling streets
where everyone had somewhere to be or go, English accents and classical
buildings on every corner juxtaposed against the glassy facades of new modern
high risers. Minus one encounter with thieves on my last morning, the two and a
half days spent in London were an interesting and eye opening experience.
Interesting because it’s another country, half way across the world which is so
different yet so similar. I was easily able to navigate and communicate and
perhaps this was the best place to begin my Europe trip, a gentle easing into
the world of solo travel. Eye opening because of the individual nature, I
honestly didn’t know what to expect and how I would deal but so far it has been
good. The freedom of going where you wish with no demands or other
expectations, deciding your path and dictating with only one person in mind.
The serene and peaceful nature, quiet, being consumed within one’s thoughts and
being one’s own company. For any person with self-doubts and a negative
disposition, I feel as if it would eat away at you but for me it was merely
just a peace of mind, to ponder and really let my thoughts play out. Reassuring
to find that I was not scared in the slightest despite wandering dark streets
at night in an unknown country, and maturity, enough to plan my days, and make
my way around without any difficulty, and make friends with strangers. London’s
been good, onwards to Paris we go!
