Nobody believes me when I say that the 80 days thing is a coincidence. But it is.
We leave the day after Isabel's last exam and return the day before the first full day of school. 80 days.
Actually from take off to touch down at Winnipeg International is 79 days and 20 hours, but door to door from our house... precisely 80 days.

And a bit about the backstory. In 1993 after three years in veterinary practice Lorraine and I quit our jobs and backpacked around the world for eight months, doing everything from living in a cave in Greece (a very nice cave mind you) to camel trekking across the Rajastani desert to celebrating Christmas in Hong Kong to island hopping in Thailand to volcano climbing in Indonesia to living with a family in Samoa to... well, the list does go on and on. Everyone said, "Wow, that was the trip of a lifetime!" To which we responded, "Nooo! It can't be the only time we do that! It just can't be." We swore we would do something similar again when we had kids. It's 22 years later. Isabel is 13. Alexander is 10.
It's time.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Days 65 - 66 A Tale Of Two Tubes

One we are very fond of, the other we are not so sure about. The first is of course the justly famed Underground. Not just a tube that hurtles you from A to B, but a significant attraction in its own right. I can think of no better venue for people watching, especially given London's intensely cosmopolitan nature and many of the Leslie Green designed faience tiled Art Nouveau station facades are now recognized as significant works of art. But it is also the exceptionally high quality of the busking (no winos warbling Hotel California here), the soothing voice of the "mind the gap" announcements and the roll call of iconic station names, each one plugging into and lighting up a particular warm memory from literature or film or song: Paddington, Piccadilly Circus, Kings Cross, Leicester Square, Hyde Park Corner, Baker Street, Knightsbridge, Covent Garden, Charing Cross, Blackfriars... (and of course the amusing ones: Cockfosters, Barking, Wapping, Mudchute, Tooting Bec, Peckham Rye...). We love this tube. We love London.

The other tube is the one that is automatically attached to your wallet upon arrival and to which a startling suction force is applied. London is breathtakingly expensive.
"Coffees? That'll be £15 ($30) sir." 

"Lunch? That'll be £50 ($100) sir." 

"Visit the Tower of London? That'll be £57 ($114) sir. (I know I probably don't need to keep doing the math for you, but maybe it's early where you are.) 

" Visit the Harry Potter movie studios? That'll be £250 ($500) sir."


And on it goes. To be fair, some things are the opposite. The British Museum, The British Library (amazing incidentally) and The National Gallery foe example are free. Their gift shops are not, but that only makes sense.

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