No Place As Home
Contact Daniel: noplaceashome at yahoo.co.uk
General Musings (2)
Guide to this site
At home in the world
Not very heroic
Small town West Bengal
An ending approaches
Sights, frights and memories
Everyone's cup of tea
Introduction to Gari
In the hate period
Don't take this too seriously
Making the bag
Things which make me angry
October 17, 2004
Hi everyone, my last few days in England. My flight is booked for Wednesday night, I'm feeling happy. Leaving family and friends once more is going to be desperately sad; leaving London behind will not be.
The plan is to fly into KL then get up to Chiang Mai in a couple of days, and rest for a while. Louise may well be joining me, if she is able to get a visa and other such stuff sorted... I plan to spend a lot of time with her (obviously), study some more leather working at ArtLab, meet friends again, generally take it easy. I was going to write the concluding article for this diary while still in London, but am finding it very hard to write here, so will wait to be back in Thailand.
Camden's Roundhouse Theatre:
Hampstead Heath, a leafy refuge I've lived near most of my life:
London is full of inbetween places. Gaps untouched by tube stops, old unexplained buildings, council housing estates looming cold, strange inscriptions. Pieces of history everyday used, enclosed parks, swanky anonymous businesses.
One road, the houses are new, shiny and astronomically priced; on another, they are old, shabby and also astronomically priced. It is a great city for walking in, the feel of an area changing from street to street.
The "City", or the "Square Mile" has more to see than banks - I've always felt that around Bank, Holborn, Spitalfields etc, there collect hints and ghosts of the much older London.
On Bow Lane lies my favourite sandwich shop in the city, Bar San Remo. San Remo is a place to come only once in a while, or after a period of life threatening malnourishment, as the portions are gargantuan in both size and calorie content. Piles of mayonnaise rich combos such as bacon-ham-chicken or avocado-tuna-crabmeat rise like burial mounds under the counter - half a baguette or ciabatta will generally suffice for the rest of the day's food.
This picture barely captures the monstrous effect on your arteries and the divine effect on your tastebuds (assuming you don't mind the taste of full strength mayo).
These photos scratch the surface of only a few areas of London - it is an incredible, enormous and ancient city. In the next (and final) No Place As Home article I'll explain why I'm more than happy to leave.
Daniel, 17 October 2004, London town.
Posted by Daniel on October 17, 2004 07:02 PM
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