I have been here for over a month now and I don’t think I have quite experienced London weather yet. I think in this whole time there has been one day of rain and on day of mild sleet – and that’s it!
I nearly experienced one more day of rain yesterday, as I tried to bike back from the city to my place in Hammersmith. Luckily it held off as I rode home, but that was a massive ride. In the morning it took me maybe 2 hours as I followed the curvy Thames River into the city to see the end of the London marathon, which seemed a good idea at the time. After bumping into someone I knew along the way, I arrived near Westminster to see the runners go past. It was quite a good atmosphere, with throngs of people everywhere.
To cross the running track you had to go in stages, and once on the other side in a park (London has parks absolutely everywhere) I was pushed forward towards the finish line, as the track doubled back on itself – this was definitely a “high congestion” area. Of course, I became “the idiot with the bike” and people everywhere were trying to make points about me having a bike, not letting me past, bumping into me. One guy later on even tried to give me a “hip and shoulder”. I was having none of that, and told him to get lost. It probably would’ve been hard to follow my advice though, as there were signs everywhere pointing to the nearest tube – so I doubt he could’ve even if he tried.
As the bike ride was so far, my plan was to get a tube home – but the only tube I could get a bike on was the one right next to the finish line with tens of thousands of people getting crammed in. The attendant convinced me to stay in the city for a few hours and try again later. Which I did, and just biked around London (great way to see a city). A few hours later I came back to the same station, and it must’ve doubled in people there!
Stuff THIS! I’m biking home. Famous last words.
Firstly, you must be a madman to bike in any city – let alone in London. However, I had to get home as I was sick of everything by now, including the moron who tried to bump me earlier in the day. I have now realised that biking in a city like London must be done like playing a tough footy game – if you don’t go for it, you’re gonna get nailed!
I kept seeing these ruthless individuals blaze a trail in front of me, un-helmeted and taking on buses at every turn. Maybe I too could be like them? And I was. I followed this crazy black man’s lead, and just pretended I was a car. I was going thru roundabouts, taking up a whole lane, stopping at stop lights (ok that last part wasn’t that exciting). As there are so many traffic lights anyway, you can almost travel the same speed as traffic.
After an hour and a half of biking (I followed the quick road back, rather than the river) I was in my hood. What an ordeal. At least next time I know what it takes to do a biking-in-traffic dash.
Photos of my London / my area /my place coming soon