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A Londre. (In London)


So I went to London for my graduation. I am actually still there. Yup, I'm still in London as I type this blog post out.

To be honest, London doesn't feel like a foreign city to me.

If anything, it feels like I am coming home.

The reason for that is because I grew up in a UK colonised country. There's alot of UK history in my country.
Most of all, my primary and secondary schools were missionary schools founded by UK kind people.

I even came from a girl school. So yay to girl power.

So yes, it's crazy actually.
I am thousands of miles away from "home" (my country of origin) and yet, I do not feel foreign here.
If anything, I blend in.

I guess this shows that I am a very cosmopolitan person.

Other than that, when it comes to travelling, I realise that I am a different sort of traveller.

I really dislike cramping alot of things in one itinerary. I enjoy taking my time and going from place to place that interests me. Hence, tours are definitely not my thing.

I realise that I enjoy museums and castles. I can actually spend the whole day there, looking at each exhibit, trying to interpret it and see if I could get the interpretation right.

I enjoy wandering.

I enjoy just seeing the sights in general.

My to do list is rather different from a lot of people. Like in London, most people would go to big ben and blah blah. I actually didn't do that. Instead, I chose to go for plays, food markets and museums. 

So yea.

I realise I'm the kind of traveller who want to see the sights rather than doing the simple, "let's visit all the famous attraction shit"
And oh, I hate shopping during a trip. hahaha. sighs.


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