It was my second trip outside my home country and with an airplane and I had waited that moment for so long and had saved even longer for it. Don’t quite remember how everything got planned out but we were a large group, prepared to take the town by storm. And so we did. The crowded hostel with long prison-like corridors with the walls painted orange, hosting 8 of us in a cramped room with bunk beds, made it up in location. We had to get out of bed and we were in the heart of London, Picadilly Circus, in the middle of the madness.
I loved the trip. Even if it was the middle of November and the days were rainy and cold, the feeling in my heart was warm and fuzzy. From taking pictures with the Big Ben, visiting Westminster Abby, tasting the most incredible chicken tikka masala I’ve ever had in my life, to partying hard with my friends and facing the cold hard wind on the Thames’ banks, my first encounter with London was one to remember.
Another visit followed, years later, where I found the city to be changed but still the same. Looking back, I think I was the one changed…and maybe not for good. I was superficial and egocentric. I did not stop to enjoy what the city was offering (and what my friend whom I was visiting was showing me and sharing with me), I was too self-absorbed and had the mind occupied with frail thoughts.
But a new day has come and a new me has emerged…or at least I hope so. Because London is calling! I am heading her way for the weekend and am in the search for attractions (apart from the very straight forward touristic places). I am planning to take it all in, enjoy Spring on the colorful streets of Notting Hill, have lunch at Borough Market, have a long relaxing walk in Hyde Park, get lost in Portobello Road, admire London’s skyline from Sky Garden.
What would be the number one hidden thing I should most definitely try this weekend in London?