Do I not look like a tourist?

September 13, 2010

I went to town to meet Herinder, Em’s friend. There were really bad delays on the Tube so I had to wait quite a while. Some interesting things happened while I’m standing there waiting: at least two people asked me how to get to x… do I look that British? Haha and the best part is that both times I was able to help. The second question I think a five year old could have answered. This dude runs out from the Tube-hallway to the right, in front of him, there’s another hallway leading to the picadilly line, and to the right are four escalators, one coming down, two going up, and the fourth at a standstill. So he decides instead of going up an escalator, to turn his head in my direction, to the left, and ask me: I need to get out of this station, where’s the way out? To worsen his case, there’s actually a big sign saying “Way Out” above the upward going escalators. Maybe I should have put on a somber face and announce in a despondent voice: “I’m sorry sir, there is no way out, welcome to hell.” And then watch his facial expression =D. That place is pretty dang awful, stuffy, dusty, so my contacts were about to shrivel up… The city car exhaust filled air was like serious heaven compared to that.

Bought my plane ticket to Toulouse that day 🙂 $102, with transfer in Geneva. Exciiiited!

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