British Summer Days

The trip was a super magical, with a punch of surrealistic one.

The idea of this journey came a very long time ago, back then in my first year of university. I was committing myself to step my foot to this abundantly special country by the time after I had my graduation on last June.

When the time finally came, I couldn't help but jumping around, crossing dates, and hoping I could really fast forward and skip the whopping 17 hours on board. But man, I swear, the excruciating flight was paid off that I was seated at the right spot of the plane, so I could see the entire Central London at the perfect angle, for the first time.

By the time I reached Central London (from another 50 minutes tube bound from Heathrow Airport), everything I saw seem to coming out straight from every British films, series, and every books that I ever watched, read, and imagined. 

Piccadilly Circus (and basically the whole London) is my beloved Sherlock opening theme, King's Cross will always reminds me to come back home to Hogwarts, and the majestic Big Ben will brings me back to my childhood, where I was in living room, stretched my arms, and sang Peter Pan's 'You Can Fly' as I imagined myself flying around London and rest on Big Ben's hand. 

And so many, many, other pop culture references I'm not really certain to write it all down here...

For me, summer time has been the best when it was spent here (if you really don't prefer beach days summer). People are actually joyful when it gets warmer, and Londoners love to take a walk or chilling at the park. Whether it's Hyde Park or Primrose Hill, London parks are amazingly beautiful (and I am honestly will never get bored of it, since there are lots of it).

For this very good reason, I took myself and mum out to a picnic at one evening at the Green Park near the Buckingham Palace. And another afternoon to the Potters Field Park next to the Tower Bridge. It was extraordinary.

The journey didn't stop at London alone. I was at Oxford to let my motivation to study (higher) rose, Liverpool, the birthplace of my muse: The Beatles, Edinburgh, which called the literature city of Scotland, and many other places I passed by from Bicester to Manchester upon Tyne. Maybe I'll be back for another journey across the British Isles (and beyond)?

Again, I love and enjoy every single days of the journey for the whole new experiences and plentiful lessons that I can learn from it. The only thing I truly hate was the fact I ran out of chili powder that I bring all the way from Indonesia to mix with the rather bland British foods. :(