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Travelling is Tiring

Travelling is tiring, even when things go to plan.

When they don't it becomes a real slog.

Exhibit A, m'lud: A trip from our friend's workplace in London's Elephant and Castle to Victoria station, there to catch a coach back home after one of our rare away days.

Technically, when it all goes right, a 20 minute trip by the 148 bus bookended by a 10 minute walk to and from a bus stop at either end.

Instead, this afternoon, it ended up being somewhat different.

Sure, it started off as planned with the walk to the stop. There we learned that the black cab drivers had (quite rightly, imho) decided to stage a protest against e-cab company Uber, disrupting all traffic anywhere near Parliament.

So we ended up on a bus towards Tottenham Court Road instead. London being what it is, we made it to Charing Cross station before my husband started to worry and hauled us off the bus and onto the (underground). From Charing Cross via Embankment and another stop to Victoria then an exhausting hare down the half mile from Victoria Station to the station, tripping over dozy tourists as we ran, dripping in sweat and barging into dumbwalkers texting instead of looking where they (or we) were going.

By the time we reached the coach station at 15:07, I was feeling as if I'd walked an entire half marathon. The coach left at 15:30 so I did have time to catch my breath, even if I was still dripping by the time I clambered onto the coach.

This is why I seriously hate with a passion. There are just so many people and many of them seem to want to get in my way all of the time. Because many are visitors they do not understand the usual 'Excuse me!', 'Can I get through, please?' and other requests to 'MOVE!' The ones who might understand generally have headphones in and couldn't give a toss anyway...

We have been safely back home for a few hours now, with everything we started out with, plus my temper is just about intact. That in itself is a minor miracle, given that London and I rarely agree.

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Feisty56 wrote on October 5, 2015, 7:51 PM

I thought you were going to be talking about travel as in hundreds of miles. Your day sounds tedious and frustrating -- and you basically stayed in town!

Paulie wrote on October 6, 2015, 1:50 AM

I have never been in London and certainly wouldn't have liked to go through what you did. It was tiring enough when my wife visited Hong Kong earlier this year.

AdGoggleKo wrote on October 6, 2015, 4:47 AM

Yeah. That is why I want to learn how to make money online (blogging). :)

WordChazer wrote on October 6, 2015, 6:42 AM

I've actually arrived in Los Angeles after a transatlantic flight from London in a better frame of mind than I arrived back here last night. Our friend has also decided that London is not her long term home and is planning to escape in the next 2-3 years. She's lived and worked in London for most of the time I've known her (since 1989) so this will be a big change. Cambridge is loud and packed and multicultural at times, with tourists all over the shop gawping instead of walking, but it's not as grimy and obviously run down as some of the areas of London we passed through.

WordChazer wrote on October 6, 2015, 6:44 AM

Walking in New York is actually less stressful than walking in London. Yes, really. At least we slept well last night!

WordChazer wrote on October 6, 2015, 6:46 AM

It's certainly worth a try. Over here in the UK blogging won't pay (all) the bills but it can provide a neat little earner for some. (Not me, unfortunately; I write because I have to in order to stay sane.)