An American Bookworm in London

Tripoto
26th May 2014
Photo of Piccadilly Circus, London, United Kingdom by shay
Photo of Big Ben, London, United Kingdom by shay
Photo of Big Ben, London, United Kingdom by shay
Photo of Westminster Abbey, London, United Kingdom by shay
Photo of Tower Bridge, London, United Kingdom by shay
Photo of Buckingham Palace, London, United Kingdom by shay
Photo of London Eye, Westminster Bridge Road, London, United Kingdom by shay
Photo of London Kings Cross, London, United Kingdom by shay
Photo of The British Library, Euston Road, London, United Kingdom by shay
Photo of Green Park, London, United Kingdom by shay
Photo of British Museum, Great Russell Street, London, United Kingdom by shay
Photo of British Museum, Great Russell Street, London, United Kingdom by shay
Photo of British Museum, Great Russell Street, London, United Kingdom by shay
Photo of British Museum, Great Russell Street, London, United Kingdom by shay

My mom was one of those moms who started reading to kids before their newborn eyes could even focus on the pages, so yeah, the habit stuck. Throughout my childhood, I loved playing in my secret gardens, where sometimes I digested the words of an enigmatic Cheshire Cat as I sipped tea with the Mad Hatter. I crept through wardrobes (but avoided fauns), wandered London Below with Door and the Marquis de Carabas, and once, I crossed the Atlantic in the pit of a giant peach.

In my pre-teen years, Rowling’s Harry Potter series taught me about the fallibility of humans and how to understand—and appreciate—unconditional love. Though I never quite outgrew the Potterverse, I moved on to other writers, and there was a time when I thought the acerbic wit of writers like Douglas Adams, Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett were matchless. In college, my literary studies required me to sit through many hours of windbags pontificating on BritLit.

Hopefully, all that should make it clear to you why I was very, very, very excited to be visiting London for the first time. And slightly stressed about having a limited amount of time to explore every single one of her streets.

Xiker has been to London a few times before, so he wasn’t quite as enthusiastic. It didn’t take very long for Xiker to start ignoring my frequent, random outbursts; I squealed every time I spotted a familiar name and jabbed him in the ribs repeatedly. You can just imagine what I was like in the Poet’s corner at Westminster Abbey.

“Tennyson? Chaucer? …Dickens?!”Even the memorials excited me.“Milton! Wordsworth! Austen! And look, even the Bronte sisters are here!”

My voice rose a few octaves with each name and Xiker had to shush me a few times.

In the end, though, I loved London not just because of my longtime fascination with her, but for her eclectic, offbeat charms. She was a blur of life and energy and color, despite the gloom and rain.

Her people express themselves freely, loudly and with gusto.

Hands gesticulate, beer slops over the tops of glasses, people cackle with their whole bodies, and if someone isn’t laughing, they’re mouthing off. For a random good time, just head into the nearest pub and order a pint. Seriously. Awesome things will start happening the minute you step up to the bar. (Just leave the ego at home and laugh it off, ok?)

I eyeballed everyone who passed me in the streets—there were the vain fashionistas, the intelligent-looking hipsters, the patched up gypsies, the vintage Londoners, greyscale peeps with neon colored hair, and the regular moms and pops who seem as if they came from some tiny village–some kinda shire–outside the city.

There was an astonishing number of Starbucks and McDonalds tucked into popular zones, but if you can manage to tear your gaze from the neon lights of chain stores, there are stoic remainders of old London, remnants of her prominent role in the development of human civilization over the last few hundred years.

London was bloody expensive, though, in comparison to South Asia. We went from living on 10 euros a day in Nepal–for two people–to, like, 30 to 40 euros per person per day. And the funny thing is, traveling on 40 euros per day in London is actually relatively cheap.

The brunt of our costs went towards accommodation, a six-bed dorm room near Hyde Park. We knew with only a limited amount of time, it’d be worth staying near the city center, rather than stay in slightly cheaper lodgings an hour away. We ended up saving a good deal of money from transportation costs (mainly, the tube) and saved at least an hour each way!

If you’re smart about where to go, what to do and where to sleep, London can be an affordable getaway destination (flights to London are often cheap!)

For money-saving tips, Julika of Sateless Suitcase wrote a brief and handy Guide to sightseeing in London, featuring things to do and see for free.

The Big Ben

Photo of London, United Kingdom by shay

Icons of London

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Kings Cross Station

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Manuscript of Beowulf, British Museum

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British Library

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Tower Bridge

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Old and New London

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Buckingham Palace

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London Eye

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Big Ben at Night

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Rosetta Stone

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Rosetta Stone

Photo of London, United Kingdom by shay

Green Park

Photo of London, United Kingdom by shay

Westminster Abbey

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Piccadilly Circus

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British Museum

Photo of London, United Kingdom by shay

Just so you know, I’m one of those people who go to places they don’t really know anything about.

I knew nothing about Taiwan and didn’t even plan my trip to Thailand until two weeks before I went. The most I knew about South America was that Colombia was “dangerous”. I wouldn’t have been able to locate Bolivia on a map and I ended up spending a month and a half there. Nepal? Himalayas.

I’d never even heard of Basque Country before I met Ur and Xiker in Laos in 2009, and yet now I call Zumarraga my home away from home.

But London?