Please feel free to tell us your memorable travel experiences. This time I’m telling you about my trips to London.
I see that you live in the sticks, just 20 miles from London. You must know this city perfectly well. Then I’d like to tell you my experience I got in London since I’m lucky enough to have been there once. I still remember the day when I was so excited at the UK embassy to get my visa, it was July 7th. As soon as I got out of the embassy, I heard that the terorists atttacked London. What a joke ! I had to do so many things in order to get the visa, and had also the honour of beeing waited for by terorists ?! It’s incredible, but what to do now that everything was arranged ? I left my fear and worries on the doorstep and flied to London.
It’s a huge city, even bigger than Milan, but I liked it. I visited many museums and was so happy that they were all free of charge. I visited Buckingham Palace, had long walks along the Thame river bank and all the parks and wonderful gardens. I shared a house in Shepherd’s Bush, hoping to make friends with people who spoke English. But then I found out that my room mates are all from Italy, how happy I was I pretended not to know Italian language and just kept talking in English. Unfortunately, their English was not so good that they spent so much time to look words up in dictionaries, I lost my patience and often anticipated their answer (since I heard them speak in Italian!) I finished to be considered a stunning genius. I kept pulling their leg and started to say some Italian slang words and simple phrases, telling them that after a week listening to them I already learnt those stuffs. Italian language is easy, isn’t it ! I remember how astonished they were.
One day I went to Shepursh Bush station to catch metro and go to city central, it was more crowded than ever and I heard the announcement that the train would arrive 30 minutes late. So bored of waiting, I went out and catch a bus instead. On the way back home later in the evening, I found nearly 500 policemen around the station and many streets were closed. I didn’t know what way to take to get home, then asked a policeman what had happened. He put a hand on my shoulder and said quitely " Honey, go home this way ! Nothing has happened at all".
I managed to arrive home on foot. And all the night long I heard a couple of helicopters flying around and around above our roof. My friendly Italian room mates were so frightened that they gave me a big hug but couldn’t tell me even a word in English. We had dinner together and, as you can easily guess, non of them could stop telling in Italian what they had seen and heard that day, when a bomb was found underground on Shepherd’s Bush station.