Starry night
in London
‘’Hurry up Mars, we’re running late,’’ my mom said
while she was running around in the house to make sure, that we have everything
that we needed for our trip to London.
Our flight to London was at 14:15 so
my mom ordered a cab to drive us to the JFK airport, but we had to make sure to be there in time because of
the insane traffic in New York. The plane across the Atlantic was unbearable
long, especially when I was seated next to a kid who kept saying “mommy, are we there yet?”. But the
newly released “Black Bird” was
shown on the way, which made the trip less boring.
When we arrived to London, the first thing we did was to find
a Uber to drive us to our destination, The Kingfisher’s
Inn, since it was impossible to find a taxi. Finally, we find an Uber driver,
who could take us. He had a thick cockney accent and introduced himself as Screwdriver, where to my dad jokingly
said his name was Hammer. The uber
driver and my parents all found this funny, but I, however, found it
embarrassing.
Upon arriving to The Kingfisher’s Inn my dad called my uncle to tell him, that
we had arrived to London and that everything went fine on the trip. My dad
told him of the Hammer joke with the uber driver, which was so embarrassing I
had to exit the room. I decided to
go downstairs just to clear my mind and to get rid of my dad and his
embarrassing jokes, that he makes all the time. Without even realizing where I
was going I saw a Enter sign down to
the reception, and I choose to sit there just to get some peace and quiet from
my parents.
After making it through the first night in the same
room as my parents I got to decide how to spend the day. The plan was to go
shopping, but since my parents wanted to explore the city we went by foot from Croydon. My incompetent parents had not no clue as to how far this was, so we
had to stop at a place called The Peacock
Pub, where they had a pint while we waited for an uber that could take us
the remaining miles. After a great deal of shopping we decided to go to Burger King for lunch. This month it
was Hercules Theme, where the obvious choice would have been to get the kids
menu with the Hercules toy, however, my dad made me try the British Styled
Burger with owas, pearl onions and
chips.
In the evening we had tickets to a play called “Pistol”. Already after the curtain falls I knew that I would be
disappointed and rather watch a play about Twilight, since that would be a lot more interesting.
After the play we went for a walk in the city of London because my parents
wanted to see the statue of King Edward. While my parents were having a conversation about King Edward, I found
myself looking at the starry night
of London, hoping to return to London without my parents one day.
A sustained narrator is a big plus in this piece, and the bored, embarrassed teenager works really well. We feel that we experience London through her eyes. The reading protocol for travel writing is fulfilled, although another interesting exotic local besides Screwdriver would have been very welcome!
ReplyDeleteThe ingredient use is fine throughout, although it's weird to just have the conversations referred to, rather than acutally quoted as was the idea. King Edward traveling from potato to statue was my favorite.