Honestly, the title has nothing to do with the post because the people have decided but being in London made me think of how dangerous ignorance is in a democracy. But that’s my personal opinion.
Speaking of the UK, I took the longest vacation ever in my personal work history… two and a half weeks to go and spend time with my sister as she brought my little nephew into the world. Nothing could have prepared me for the feelings of joy I felt when I witnessed his entry into the world! (Yes I was in the delivery room!!!) I now understand love at first sight and also know the pleasure of one of God’s intangible mysteries/miracles is the capacity for the heart to expand and accommodate more love. I didn’t think it was possible to love anyone more than my mini me aka my princess aka yummy pop aka Miss Audrey. But it’s possible.
Ok so travel, that’s the reason why I’m here! SO despite being in London town for omugwo, I found time to sneak off a few times and I must say I covered some ground. Had a couple of memorable meals with friends, a quick trip to Scotland and a few days in Holland to marry off a friend. After this trip, I will no longer vex for anyone who calls me Ajala. I humbly accept.
So while out running errands one day I found myself in the City, and despite the rain, I was able to look beyond my nose and notice that I was very close to the famous St. Paul’s Cathedral. I honestly cannot count how many beautiful cathedrals I have been to in Europe but being Catholic I am always willing to explore and appreciate. Due to the rain, there was no queue to get in so gladly I strolled in expecting not to see anything much different. I was wrong, it was BEAUTIFUL! Unfortunately pictures are not allowed inside the building so I could only fill my memory with its beauty and plan another time to come and attend a service there to enjoy it even more. I did manage to get a decent shot outside.
Last year when I was in town, some friends and I tried to go to a restaurant called Burger & Lobster in Chinatown on a Friday night but it was a no hoper. The line was all the way down the block and you had to wait at least an hour and half for a table. My dear Google Maps alerted me to a Burger & Lobster just round the corner from St. Paul’s so I decided to grab a solo lunch there and see what all the hype was about. It was perfect timing since they had decided to add a few more dishes to their traditional 3 option menu.
A bit pricey for a burger in Naira terms but my taste buds were thankful. At NGN505 to GBP1, I did not leave anything in my glass or on my plate! Definitely worth a stop while in London.
Of meals in London, it pays to have foodie friends with great taste. It seems like tradition now to have an epic dinner with my day one girl and personal shopper extraordinaire @junebugshopper (don’t hesitate to check her out *wink*). This time around it was at a week-old spot in soho called Casita Andina. It’s a cozy Peruvian restaurant with a bar on the ground floor and a colorful patio perfect for summer! In case we missed it, the portions told us that it was a fine dining restaurant so you need to order multiple dishes for your tank to gauge *side eye*, but we were not complaining since it allowed us to try out lots of dishes. If you do decide to visit this restaurant… DO.NOT.SKIP.DESSERT! This was the highlight of the whole meal and it would have you pulling a Matt Preston.
Enough about food for now. As I was counting down the days before I was to return to reality in Lagos, I was impressed upon to make a day trip to Scotland. After combing the internet for the best way to make the trip and get the needful done, I settled on a sleeper train which would arrive first thing in the morning where I was required. Not one to shy away from an adventure, I put my vivid imagination of potential serial killers, train robbers and creeps to the back of my mind and clicked book.
A few minutes after settling in to my reclining seat as we departed Victoria station, a brusque lady with the most unintelligible accent started hustling everyone in the carriage out of their seats. I decided to obey before complain as long as we were not being thrown off the train.
Apparently we were being led to the sleeper cabins equipped with beds and a few other useful items were housed. I was pleased as punch despite the claustrophobic proportions of the cell cabin. Since I can sleep in any circumstance (I really think this is my super power), I was just happy to have a bed which was surprisingly comfortable. Before I knew it, it was time to disembark and make the most of the day.
Fast forward to about 3pm and I was in Glasgow ready for the trip home. As I headed to my platform I spied with my little eye a champagne bar. I reckoned I deserved a treat after the busy day so I decided to check it out. The champagne bar was actually housed in what looked like a 5 star hotel which extended into the Glasgow Central Station. #smartpeople. As I made my way to the bar, I spotted the concierge in a kilt… of course I asked for a picture ’cause everyone loves a man in a skirt!
Although I didn’t have much time, I was happy I stopped by because the bar was gorgeous with a bird’s eye view of the station which makes it perfect for people watching! I ordered a yummy champagne cocktail which was well worth the stop and set me up for the long trip home.
All good things must come to an end and so it was time to head home!
Next up, my Dutch summer Visadventures… till then xoxo