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1999 Austria / London / Munich: London
London!
What a wonderful city. Such a pleasant place to visit. If I could find consulting work similar to what I do at home I'd consider relocating for a few years.
We arrived at Heathrow in the middle of the day. What a bustle, and to hear English spoken again. I'd gotten into the habit of speaking (and thinking and dreaming) in German; now I'd be readjusting. It's my visit here, but Rose spent some time in London and remembered that the independent mini-cabs (what we refer to as "gypsy cabs" in New York) are a thrifty alternative to the pricy sanctioned variety. We thought about taking the Underground, but we wanted to see some of the outlying sights and avoid dealing with the luggage. So we called a number and were told that a cabbie would meet us at the Meeting Point in five minutes, which he did. (Picture very large extended familys of Pakistanis and Indians, each wielding a cab and a cell phone (or "mobiles", as the English say). Our bags were brought to a shiny Mercedes and we were on our way.
Our cabbie knew not only the names of each of the neighborhoods which we encountered on the way to central London, but he knew little stories about them, and about some of the buildings we saw. A very entertaining ride, until he got hopelessly lost near the British Museum, unable to find Coptic Street. Finally I pulled out his street atlas and directed him to the door of our bed and breakfast brasserie. (Funny, I did the same thing in Paris a year later.)
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