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!

Festival of Lights

September 12, 2010

Ahogy közelebb kerültünk a parádé szinhelyéhez, sürübb é sürübb lett az embertömeg. Amire elég közel értünk Zoárdal és Marikával, emberek hegyén hátan voltak. Voltak akik felmásztak poznákra, volt aki épitészfalra, csak hogy jobban láthassák a felvonulást.

Sok érdekes kosztüm volt, néhány olyan minöségben, minhta egy ovodás csinálta volna, de sok nagyon kreativ kosztüm is volt. Ami tetszett legjobban az egy kétemeletes robót volt, amit egy magasban ülő ember kontrolált. A robót szemetkukákból volt összeácsolva mind rozsaszin-lilára festve. Elején nem láttunk semmit, de Zoárd kedevesenfurakodóképességével kikerültünk a barrikádhoz egy olyan 25 perc alatt.

Onnan sok, sok képet készitettem, aztán Zoárd is átvette (jobb szöge volt), s a következő kacérosan felöltözött női csordát fotózta. Visszafele valami méreg drága, s édes ízű foldimogyorót vettünk, ami elég jól bemelegített. Mmm ja és a tüzijátékra nem maradtunk, inkább megkiméltük a dobhártyánkat.


September 10, 2010

For some reason, I had never heard of this quite famous shopping “mall”; apparently Princess Diana used to shop exclusively at Harrods.

How should I explain the look of this place.. well as we approach the door, there stands a man in uniform holding open the door for us. Marika wanted to buy a pair of sunglasses so we look around on the ground floor… she looked for sunglasses while I was staring agape at the scene in front of me:

The “store” was organized in gigantic rooms, probably the size of a ballroom and with similarly elegant interior design; the rooms were broken up into different areas separated by isles.  These areas sold different items – purses, watches, household items, blouses, dresses, cosmetics. Each area was “patrolled” by one or more salesperson, most of whom were women, perfectly made up, gelled hair, red lipstick, ironed dress shirts and skirts, wearing tall stilettos.

While looking for the Ray Ban glasses, we passed through a couple of escalator shafts. In one of these, as I step onto the escalator, some opera music starts to play… or so I thought. Halfway up the escalator, as I look to the left, there stands a woman in an outcropping terrace, dressed in a large dress, singing opera music.

Oh and the toilets: I walk in, and an escort points me towards the toilets. I tell her that I only came to fill my water bottle, at which she graciously smiles and lets me pass. I fill it up, then notice an array of lotions, perfumes, and other toiletries for use after one washes their hands. Going closer, I realize that these are not just any perfumes, but ones that were on sale in the previous room for about 200 pounds a piece next to the 199 pound jeans… I think even if I won the lottery I wouldn’t be able to afford such highly priced clothes. Wow.

Syracuse University students are everywhere

Groggyeyed and kind of delirious after a very short night, I stumbled into the long line of similarly yawning people at the UK border. I got into line, and not more than 3 minutes after, I noticed three guys, one of which was wearing something very familiar.. a T-shirt with a block letters S on it. There was also a kind of pickled looking orange with eyes and a very cheesy grin on his face. Where have I seen that last? Oh yeah, that’s my school’s mascot and letters. In fact, I probably have about 15 shirts with the block letter S on it, and oh, the bag I was carrying also had that same block S printed on the side.

There seem to be a lot of interesting coincidences in these transitional hours.

September 6, 2010

Amikor ott hagytam a reptérnél a szüleimet a biztonsági kapuknál, olyan volt mint ha valaki letépte volna a nagykabátot. Nagyon jo puha réteg volt, de ahogy eltüntek a láthatárrol, a meleg védő réteg többé nem volt. Jobban tudtam mozogni, de azert tudtam, hogy sokkal közelebb vagyok ezentúl a veszélyhez. Csak probáltam nem arra gondolni, hogy nem tudom még mikor fogom látni őket, de tudtam hogy hosszú távon jót tesz mindenkinek a választott utam.

As soon as I sat into my seat in the airplane en route to London and turned on my ipod, the first song that started on my shuffle was “Fly Away” by Haddaway. What kind of an interesting coincidence…