So I got into London Heathrow last week Monday and have been to Exeter, London, Birmingham before I reached my final destination, Durham on Sunday. Chatting with a friend who’s been living in London this past 10 yrs, he says he’s never been outta London, so you see, I feel pretty amazing!
Here goes my week in 20 lessons:
There’s a reason people rush around in stations: Trains wait for no one. Especially a newbie in London. I am teaching you for free. Though it was a 55pounds lesson for me.
Tea and coffee are essential accompaniments for the godawful cold weather.
*Same for coats, sweaters, tights, jeans, leggings, leg warmers, knee length boots.
The English weather to explain is very hard indeed.
*English Jokes fall into the same category.
Chivalry still reigns in Britain. I heard more ‘Do you need helps’ in a week than I heard in the past 20 years. (Ok, exaggerating).
Custards are desserts. Really? Sorry In Nigeria it is taken hot with warm milk as breakfast.
J2O (a juice drink nicely packaged to look like good stuff) is a non alcohol equivalent to wine and beer in a pub.
English pastries are over rated.
English breakfasts are not. Have always loved my bacon,l sausages and baked beans.
Bringing local condiments with you is essential for times when you miss home cooking. (I never thought I would say that being a proponent of ‘when in Rome, live like the Romans’) But I have to admit that the flavor from my pot of crayfish sprinkled rice was awesome!).
Blueberry muffins are served cold. Don’t know why I always thought it was something eaten spicy hot!
A smile, looking lost and helpless can get you anywhere and anything.
One suitcase of clothes and stuff would serve you well, dear Newbie. Instead I came with 2.5 cases. Paid the extra duty on them at the airport and had the most stressful time lugging them around. Don’t even ask me what was in them. *cringe.
IPhone4s and IPhone wannabes (from Samsung, LG, HTC) are like the ish here. My sole surviving Nokia 6303 looks like someone’s wretched lost cousin.
Durham is pretty picturesque. Gotta buy/borrow a camera so I can fully reveal it to you.
I’ve never been a fashionista and I bet with this cold weather, I shall deteriorate to wearing solely Cardigans, jeans and leg warmers!!
I miss Sunlight. The real thing. Not this watered down version.
Coins are essential modes of money transactions. And they weigh a ton!
No, they sky won’t fall if you miss Fresher’s week and induction parties in school.
Ice cream everywhere but my throat is too sore from the cold to lick any. Is this punishment for some crime I committed in my childhood??
White men can't dance. Well, to Afro beats especially. I watched this lovely man murder King Sunny Ade’s ‘Afrojuju at this Independence party I went to in Birmingham. Oh, an aside: slim girls can’t dance Afrojuju too. There I was wriggling my whole body and backbits, till this woman with a huge bum comes along. There was no overt movement but boy! Was she rocking that beat!
Why ever didn’t I apply to UCLA, Berkeley’s? They offered the same course and best: It’s a Sunshine state!!