Tag: London Underground
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Less wide-eyed, still bright-eyed
It worries me that in two years filled with travel, I may have lost some of the awe that was my constant companion.
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London buses: Seeing red
It was 10:40 p.m., I’d walked 19 miles through London since 7 a.m., and I was ready to curl up on my top bunk at the hostel. I just needed the damn bus to get me there.