Hosh hosh.
It's been a while that I know, since I wrote things, on any of my blogs. I'm not busy. I just love to do nothing (in Indonesian you can call it "bengong", you do nothing, you think nothing, all you do is keeping air coming in and out through your nose, just in case you take "do nothing" as holding your breath as well -I'm not making suicidal advice-). Lucky me. I don't spend my whole summer break by "bengong", I got a chance to spend my summer break on LONDON, Yeah, spell it, L-O-N-D-O-N. The one in United Kingdom (though I never found another city named after that one).
My dad was going to have an offshore course in Holborn, for his job in the gas company. His actual course was started on June 7th, but he took mom, me and my sister along with him so we can have a holiday while we also accompanied him through his 2 weeks course. It's a pretty clever idea, even dad split his first-class ticket so the amount of money can covered the tickets of four of us, in economy class. It's London, isn't it? Doesn't matter if you're in economy class, YOU'RE GOING TO LONDON, and that matters a lot. My flight was on June 5th. It was the Emirates plane (I don't know what type, Boeing-something...). And so we're off to Dubai (yes, we were transferred passengers!). Dubai was a great city, really great city. I didn't visit much, I just stayed in the airport for 4 hours and all I did was running here and there taking pictures of the amazingly huge airport with amazing architecture. We absolutely knew nothing about the foods. All we knew was the circular logo of Burger King, so we ate and sat there, waiting for our plane to London. And I remembered this cute English guy. He was wearing grey shirts, faded jeans, and he also put on a straw hat. He was reading this old book, I knew it's old from the colour of the papers, yellowish, and the cover was from some sort of crocodile skin or snake skin, I don't know (all I know is that he's cute and he sat in front of me).
you can see the Burger King sign!
And so we did. We arrived at London. "Hey it's pretty warm!", so I thought. But it was inside the airport. The second I got out to call a taxi, I shivered. So bad that I couldn't even grip my luggage. I could feel the super cold wind dancing through my not-so-thick-sweater (duh, it wasn't even a sweater, it's only a piece of Ralph Lauren with some knitworks). The taxi driver was an old man, totally old man. I bet he was 60 something or even 70 something, his wrinkles were all over his face and hands. I took lots of pictures with my Blackberry, it was too cold to grab the bag and took the DSLR, I couldn't even reach my Holga, my hands were very cold. The road we're passing was pretty. We went through Knightsbridge, it was 9am on Sunday, so no shops were opened. We passed Trafalgar Sq also, it was really quite there. I really enjoyed the view. Buildings with bricks here and there, pedestrials completed with crossings, red buses busy stopping through bus stops here and there, and people of lots of kinds. And then we arrived at Holborn. We stayed in a hotel called Kingsway Hall, it's on Great Queen St. The neighbourhood was very quiet before 12am, so I decided to take a walk passing two or three blocks around and my Holga was with me!
few of my Holga shots
Okay. I can't stand this Radiohead songs, moves my body to bed. Tomorrow is off-class, I promise to whoever read this, I'll edit this post to continue my story (if you care).
