London Town

Last week I was in London. And then I was home again. That fast!

The more I travel, the more I realize how small the world really is. A trip to London is like flying to California from the east coast and since I travel largely at night the flight seems even shorter. I leave, sleep, and wake up early in the morning when we touch down at Heathrow.

A few weeks ago I was invited by the Gates Foundation and the UK government to cover the London Summit on Family Planning. I never thought I’d see the day where I’d open an email that started: On behalf of the UK government…, but I did and off to London I went.

Typically when I travel to London I have a little bit more free time to look around and take loads of photos. This trip I was more time-strapped and tied to my hotel room and laptop so I didn’t get out much except for a quick walk around my hotel’s neighborhood. Plus it was cold, damp, and rainy during most of my stay which actually was a welcomed respite from the devilishly hot heat wave that tore through the east coast recently.

As can be expected London was abuzz with patriotism and pride as they gear up for the Olympics. Union Jacks were blazing everywhere and you could feel how excited Londoners are to show their city off to the world.

It seems every time I visit London I stay somewhere different – not necessarily hotel-wise, but borough-wise. I stayed in Kensington this time and took the Tube everywhere save my ridiculously expensive cab ride to Westminster to attend the summit.

How lovely it was to see the sun shining, though, even for a brief moment!

Even though I didn’t have much time to enjoy London it’s always a pleasure to be in such a wonderful city. I have yet to explore much of London which is a shame. I usually find myself trapped in typical tourist circles which can be a bit frustrating when you really want to see how the locals live. Next time!

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