Getting to London
In the last few hours since leaving Dublin, my mama was searched twice, we lost my dad, and saw people “even Hell would refuse.”
Goodness y’all. It’s been an adventure.
Mama was searched twice while trying to get through the Dublin security. She was so mad at the girl for patting her down and feeling her up only to finally be convinced that she in fact did have a metal hip.
Then there was Ryanair. Everyone who has flown Ryanair knows to expect horrid shades of blue and yellow along with an over barring staff and ridiculously small cabin space. Not to mention their glorious reputation for landings. My sister had spilled the beans to Mama about the bumpy near death (she over exaggerated it) experience she had flying to Nice and freaked Mama out. White knuckles and a slightly bumpy, not unusual Ryanair landing later, Mama left the plane to begin the journey into London proper.
I have no problem getting on trains and walking the same pace as the crowd, but my family can’t do either. After a speedy lunch in Victoria Station, I guided us to the Underground, got our tickets, and headed for the platforms. Going down the escalators, I was told by both Mother and Payton that Daddy was right behind them. Thinking that everyone was with me, I turned the corner to head towards the train. When I got to the platform, Mama came up to me all kinds of frantic freaking out because we had lost Daddy.
Now if any of you have ever ridden the tube in London or the subway in NYC or any other major underground network systems knows just how quickly you can get left behind or lost. Daddy got both. We quickly ran back to the bottom of the escalator and caught up with him. With all four of us safely back together again, we grabbed the next train and headed for the hotel in Camden.
A train change and five stops later, we got off at the Camden Town stop and entered a world of chaos. People were everywhere. Mohawks, tattoos, red lipstick, butt cheeks, big people and small people waded their way passed us. I turned to my family behind and gave them a quick look at the directions on my phone. We got ourselves the two blocks to the hotel without losing anyone. Upon our arrival, my mama looked me square in the eye and said, “I saw people even Hell would refuse!” I responded with a smile and said, “Welcome to London.”
Coming from a small town in Georgia, any trip to a big city is an interesting one. We’ve been to NYC, Washington DC, Los Angeles, and other major US cities with wide eyes at people and the fashion trends around the country. Just add London to the list.
It’s going to be an interesting couple of days with them here. We’ll be in London through Monday then back to Dublin. They’ll be heading back to the States a week from today, so maybe over the course of the week, they will fall in love with Europe like I have. 🙂