 Although
it's disastrous for the environment, flying to a faraway place or
different culture provides a great opportunity to hone your
observational skills, and to open up your senses and perceptions and
tune into your instincts. In familiar environments where ritual drives
much of our conscious activity and the landscape is so familiar we
hardly notice it, this is much harder to do.
My two days here in London so far have given me the chance to do this, with some remarkable results:
- I had never noticed before the number of narrowboats moored along the city's canals. I'd never thought of the UK as a country of canals.
- The new express train
from Heathrow to the city is extremely modern, fast, and eerily silent.
This is clearly the future of transportation. By contrast, London's
famous and extensive Underground is bordering on dysfunctional, with
frequent security alerts and problems with switches and other crumbling
infrastructure delaying and disabling large parts of the system for
protracted periods. It is not uncommon for message to say, essentially,
"find some other way to get where you're going". Given the
extraordinary quality of its online site, this is a tragedy.
- Public
transport is a much more social activity than it is in North America.
The Underground is buzzing with conversations. In Toronto by contrast
the subway is mostly silent, with solitary people lost in their books
and newspapers.
- Much less visible than in past are the once-ubiquitous large communal garden plots ("allotments")
dotting the countryside. Perhaps London is just running out of space.
Or maybe in this age of fast food, people have no time for it anymore.
- The
city has a lot more dogs than I remember, all of them on leash. Like
the British people, British dogs seem exceedingly well-mannered. They
also seem to be very happy as city dogs go.
- London is becoming
more like European cities in the fashion consciousness of youth, and in
the tendency of the fashion-conscious to be constantly checking out
others in public places. But among older males the notorious 'bankers'
nondescript dark grey suit, white or blue shirt and tie still prevails.
And while in Toronto the latest fashion craze visible on public
transport is shawls, in London it is scarves wrapped around the neck,
for both sexes. Or maybe it has always been so in the cooler months
here and I've just never noticed it.
- As much as I'm trying to
avoid it, it's becoming harder for me not to see the recent large
number of astonishing wild animal encounters I'm having as some kind of
omen. In Toronto, in addition to the now-famous PucPuc,
who still accompanies me on my regular 5k runs in the back yard, it's
recently become a regular occurrence for me to have to stop my car for
deer crossing the road. The dogs of friends who used to be indifferent
to me (the dogs, not the friends) are now staring at me oddly and
following me around. And here in London, at the Knowledge Cafe I spoke
at yesterday, a mouse scurried across the room, to the amazement of the
local guests who said seeing mice in commercial buildings in London is
almost unheard of. And then as I walked from the Underground to the
hotel, a fox dashed across the very busy Kensington High Street and
leaped up onto a stone wall right in front of me and hence into the
consulate grounds I was passing. What's going on here?
By the
way, I want to thank the conference organizers, my blog readers who
have dropped by or who I will be seeing later in my trip, and
especially David Gurteen, for their wonderful hospitality.
Watercolour by Julie Zickefoose |
MADE IN CANADA
trust your
instincts 
