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London is a much more considerate city than St. Petersburg.

After we said our goodbyes to Franklin D. Roosevelt in Oslo, the ship headed back to Copenhagen, which marked the end of the cruise. My parents and my sister piled off the ship to head back to the US, the land of opportunity and lousy health care.

But not me, oh no. I had other plans.

I had opted, with rather a lot of thrashing about and some last-minute scheduling changes made with a very patient travel agent, to extend my stay in Europe so that I could visit a couple of my sweeties there. My family headed back to the US, but I traveled to London instead, via Germany, where the airports are appallingly primitive. (Seriously, they lack the decadent terminal jetways of the imperialist bourgeoise West, opting instead to park the jets in these enormous parking lots and then sending out buses to transport people to the terminal. It's a little freaky.)

I sat in a magic chair that flew through the sky and brought me to London, where I was met by the lovely seinneann_ceoil, who brings sexy back in a forty-pound rucksack.

Wait, that didn't sound right. I mean that she's so sexy that she carries a lot of sexiness around with her...you know, so much of it that she needs a rucksack to carry...never mind.

I was met by the lovely and very sexy seinneann_ceoil, a day early as I opted to spend a bit of extra time in her arms rather than spending it sleeping in the Copenhagen airport, which had been the original plan. It's complicated. But it was twenty kinds of awesome, and y'all wish you were me.

Owing to the issues around last-minute scheduling changes, seinneann_ceoil brought me downtown, where she had a meeting that couldn't be postponed. So she disappeared into her meeting, and I wandered around downtown London for a while.




London is a much more considerate city than St. Petersburg. All the neat tourist bits are located right next to each other, which makes things far more convenient for visiting Americans. A tourist can hit most of them in a couple of hours, without relying on a guy named Igor to drive him around in a Ford SUV.

This is where her meeting was. Seriously. In the building right next to the London Eye, which is what they call that ginormous Ferris wheel on the big cantilever right next to the Thames.

I didn't actually go on the Eye. They charge about 25 or 30 pounds to ride it, which at the prevailing exchange rates was somewhere around seven hundred dollars or something.

The Eye is cool. First, the support structure that holds it up is a cantilever; it's only supported on one side. Second, the ring is held in place by a series of cables that work like the spokes of a bike, rather than by a rigid structure. It's an interesting structure from a mechanical engineering perspective, and the little pods you ride in are held onto the wheel by a sort of cagelike structure that...

You know, I want something like this in my dungeon. Smaller, of course, and perhaps black, but...ahem.

The Eye is, as I mentioned, right on the Thames. There's a big public courtyard all 'round, where people dress up like robots and make money standing really still. I hear it's good work if you can get it.

There's a nice shiny pedestrian bridge across the river, with lots of soaring bits and cables and stuff. It runs alongside a distinctly less shiny rail bridge, utterly lacking in soaring bits but instead made of lots and lots of brick and concrete.



I'm sure it seemed to make sense at the time, but putting the two bridges so close together that you can touch one from the other was perhaps a poor decision from a social perspective...at least if you don't want folks leaping from the pedestrian bridge to the train bridge. Especially given the nice appealing columns supporting the train bridge, which are convenient places to paint graffiti or drink booze or engage in acts of soccer hooliganism, which I hear is quite popular in London-town.

Fortunately, as it turned out there was a ready answer in the form of the UK's huge stockpiles of strategic tank traps left over from the War. Properly situated, they discourage graffiti-painting, booze-drinking hooligans with the same brutal efficiency as France's Maginot Line. And I offer that endorsement with all the gravity it is due.



Such awesome defenses are not to be trifled with. Their effectiveness speaks for itself, really. And they are even more effective against umbrellas, judging from all appearances, than they are against booze-drinking, spray-painting British hooligans!

Graffiti still looks the same pretty much everywhere in the world. How did that happen?

The old train bridge is, as I remarked before, supported by massive pillars of concrete and brick. The pillars seem to be hollow, with doorways leading into them at sea level.



The reason for this curious fact of civil engineering dates back to Iron Age antiquity. Present-day London began as a Roman settlement, of relatively minor trade importance. Around 60 AD, the settlement was attacked and overrun by barbarian hordes led by the queen Boudica, a warrior-priestess who raided Roman strongholds and generally made a pest of herself against the Roman Empire.

It was then, in that dark hour, that the citizens of Londinium, as it was called back then, hatched a daring plan. Besieged, with the city burned to the ground, the desperate Londoners made a pact with the race of naga whose empire beneath the waves of the Thames stretched far and wide, even into the English channel, an enormous and ancient civilization hidden from all but the wisest seers by the murky depths.

The naga, led by their queen Lady Vashj, rose against the barbarians in the dead of night during the bitter cold of winter and routed the barbarian hordes. In gratitude, the citizens of Londinium agreed that from then on, all civil structures built in the Thames would have these doors, leading into secret chambers where the naga could rest and take shelter.

The Roman emperor Nero, impressed by the strength of the naga, dispatched a legion to the newly-rebuilt city, where he killed them all, pausing along the way to wipe out two or three Celtic civilizations that happened to be nearby. To this day, though, Londoners still remember their promise, and build these strange doorways into the bridges and landings around the Thames.

I walked across the bridge, then turned toward London's downtown, following the path of the river. Along the way, I kept my eyes out for the crystalline spires jutting up from the water, now broken and worn smooth by the passage of time, which are all that remain of the naga civilization. I did not expect to come across an Egyptian obelisk and sculpture.



The weird and unexpected appearance of Egyptian monuments so far from the Middle East stand as a tribute to the sorts of things that folks will do for spices and tea.

I mean, don't get me wrong, everybody loves spices and tea. You're not really a civilization unless you love spices and tea. But the British take the ordinary human love of spices and tea to whole new levels. Tea, especially. Tea and also spices, sure, but mostly tea.

Whereas other, less inspired societies are content to trade for these things, or perhaps just grow them, the British built an entire empire based on the acquisition of spices and tea by force. In support of this empire, they invaded distant lands and engaged in slavery and made amazing progress in the invention of whole new kinds of atrocities, just to keep the spice, and the tea, flowing. They were so obsessed with the spice and the tea that the East India Trading Company and its navigators, who the tea had mutated over four thousand years, soon gained an iron grip on interstellar travel, which they defended with ruthless fanaticism.

It's quite good tea, by the way. seinneann_ceoil made some for me. It's good enough that Im actually considering investing in a teakettle myself.


Comments

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nasu_dengaku
Dec. 16th, 2010 06:49 am (UTC)
Heh. I took a picture of those exact same barricades -- apparently we find similar things interesting. I labeled them as "anti-parkour mechanisms" though.
said_wednesday
Dec. 16th, 2010 07:53 am (UTC)
I like that, "anti-parkour mechanisms."
londubh
Dec. 16th, 2010 11:32 am (UTC)
Bah, a proper traceur could run up the joining frames...
wherever
Dec. 16th, 2010 11:59 am (UTC)
You're such a geek. WoW *and* Dune references. :P
freefall127
Dec. 16th, 2010 06:12 pm (UTC)
oh god i haven't laughed that hard in weeks. the tea must flow!
jtroutman
Dec. 16th, 2010 07:10 pm (UTC)
I was impressed with weaving the warcraft Naga and Dune together in the same travelogue.

My dear sir, why do you not write for a living? You have the ability.
tacit
Dec. 18th, 2010 06:42 am (UTC)
Funny you should mention that. I've a client who hasn't paid me in two months and a lot of bills coming due, so I'm thinking of doing exactly that, impractical as it might be. Working on my first for-sale ebook right now, in fact!
susanlawton
Dec. 16th, 2010 07:24 pm (UTC)
WoW *and* Dune in one post? I am impressed, sai.
naxela
Dec. 16th, 2010 10:21 pm (UTC)
Welcome to London!

As well as tea and spices we traded a lot of opium too.
naxela
Dec. 16th, 2010 10:22 pm (UTC)
> investing in a teakettle

I am told that the lower voltage in the US makes electric kettles not so effective.
tacit
Dec. 18th, 2010 06:41 am (UTC)
I used to have one, and it worked rather well. Took a bit longer than the ones you guys have, but it eventually got the job done.

On this side of the pond, we can't be trusted with high voltage.
blazingrowan
Dec. 18th, 2010 09:13 pm (UTC)
And yet the Hitachi is banned for sale over here... *sadface*
naxela
Dec. 16th, 2010 10:27 pm (UTC)
> putting the two bridges so close together


weeeeellllll, the old pedestrian bridge used to be *right* next to the railway - it actually went along the area with the "anti-parkour barricades".

The new pedestrian bridges are less than ten years old, and go on both sides of the bridge now.

I suppose they could have been further away from the railway bridge - but I assume they are still piggybacking off the original superstructure.
naxela
Dec. 16th, 2010 10:29 pm (UTC)
> the desperate Londoners made a pact with the race of naga whose empire beneath the waves of the Thames

shush!

don't tell everybody. It's a secret
blazingrowan
Dec. 18th, 2010 12:13 am (UTC)
Yay! You've reached somewhere I recognise! Hee - it's interesting to see your seeing London. I lived there for fourteen years. It didn't occur that someone might find the Needle an odd thing to put next to the Thames. And we have some gorgeous graffiti near the shop where I work, too.

France next, right? *bounces*
tacit
Dec. 18th, 2010 06:39 am (UTC)
France is coming up quickly! :D Those posts likely won't be safe for work.
blazingrowan
Dec. 18th, 2010 09:13 pm (UTC)
Those are my favourite kinds of posts. <3
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