However, my positivity soon turned to dread…my next challenge, the underground. Armed with an Oyster card, I made my way down the stairs. My eyes fixated on the world’s most confusing map, trying to find which ‘line’ I needed to jump on.
Never have I been in a place which is both: unbearably hot at times yet spine chillingly windy. After my first-hand experience of feeling like a sardine trapped in a tin, I ascended the stairs towards the light. A brisk stroll (adapting to the London way), I arrived promptly at the hotel.
Over the next day, using the underground and negotiating myself around the bustling capital. I felt a sense of calm and confidence building within me…London isn’t as bad as I made it out to be!