London Lessons: #2 A TFL Story

From the humble North East Stagecoach to the mother of all transport systems, Transport for London – a journey (pun intended). Since I arrived I’ve been taking notes on my phone, documenting my transition and when I went to transform them into a blog post I realised they were all completely or partly related to transporting around London. Here’s my account so far:

27th September – “Today I felt my legs sweat. It was the strangest sensation to literally feel sweat seeping out of my calves?! I thought if I wore a vest top, I could beat the tube clime. I could not. After two days here it would seem that one had to be literally butt-naked to not cook on the underground. But i’m still wondering how in the world people stay cruising on board in entire 3-piece suits??”

[After thought: I use ‘literally’ FAR too much in this 74 word note. Two too many tbh.]

3rd October – “I’ve started to notice the sunsets on an evening and sunrises on a morning painting the sky and it’s stunning. As soon as I get to the hill it’s quick becoming the first thing I look for. Gorgeous! Almost distracts me from my 15 minute* walk to the station!

*I appreciate this is very normal to a lot of people but this girl has had to adjust from a 3 minute walk to the bus stop followed by a (up to) 15 minute bus ride to work to a whopping 1.5 hour commute.”

4th October – “Today I got home at what I would consider a respectable time (6:35pm). I left the office literally 3 minutes earlier than normal and it meant I got home 30 minutes early. I couldn’t believe it. It’s the happiest I’ve felt post-work. I finally understand why everyone runs everywhere in train stations because those two minutes aren’t just two minutes as I once naively thought, those two minutes mean EVERYTHING.”

5th October – “So I find it really funny that a big part of commuting is literally being headed. Crowds here are so crazy and sometimes a little scary. And you have to keep up, some kind of unspoken speed limit operates and you either stick to it or go faster. Dare to go slower and risk being growled at or trampled (which actually hasn’t happened but I’m always fearful of it). There is temporary refuge, a pit stop say, on the escalators. It’s where I catch my breath before re-joining the traffic. I’m expecting my fitness to improve exponentially during my time here.”

To be continued (presumably)…

 

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