Day 25 - London + Barbican
London, UK
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I realised at that moment, with a gleaming smile on my face from a second-level bus seat, that all of my reservations towards London stemmed from my own incomprehensibility of the city’s daunting scale. Where do you even start to discover the best spots of this place? How do you see as much as possible in the matter of 96 hours? What is quintessential London? Well, it’s obvious now that an understanding of where to begin isn’t so crucial, in fact the best feeling - like that I’m experiencing now - can simply arise from jumping on a double-decker red bus and ploughing forth to the heart of the urban beast, with nothing but a basic screenshot of directions that would eventually return me and my tired legs home at the end of the night.
And as I sat, watching this unfamiliar world pass by the window beside me a thought was triggered; that the digitally-augmented world we live in provides an assortment of confidence to voyaging beyond the known. A thought that has only become apparent during a 4-week separation from roaming data and phone connectivity. To supplement this absence of networked-knowledgeability a hefty dose of willingness to get lost and be lost is required.
I think I’ll get lost at the Barbican.
