Trespassing
Since I am not at all into sports, I had completely missed the fact that the Wimbledon Tennis Championships are taking place this week and that there are also several major concerts in London, meaning that hotels were either sold out or outrageously expensive. Fortunately, I had an old stash of Hyatt points saved up from my many road trips in the US, so instead of paying £650 for a night at the Andaz Liverpool Street, I redeemed a room for free.
After a
sumptuous breakfast at the Andaz, Sofi and I took the bus up to Regent’s Canal for some slow
strolling along the green waterways of London, before walking through
Shoreditch to my long-time favourite bagel place on Brick Lane. Trying to keep
my step count down, we then caught another bus to Bankside for a visit to Tate
Modern and a long-anticipated Singaporean lunch at Elizabeth Haigh’s Mei Mei,
made famous by Uncle Roger.
Equipped
with an iced mocha latte, it was then time to take the Central line all the way
to its eastern terminus in Epping. Once there, we ran out of luck. With the
roads jammed, our Uber requests were repeatedly turned down and, with no taxis
in sight, we had no choice but to drag our bags through the afternoon heat
towards our Airbnb. Following Google Maps, we were directed onto a public
footpath and across a large fallow field. When we finally reached what Google
insisted was the correct address, an angry woman accompanied by a large dog
informed us that “this is private property – you have to leave”.
Having
become used to the friendliness of people I meet while hiking in the UK, the
encounter was a reminder that not everyone is equally welcoming. Fortunately,
after a bit more searching, we eventually found The Annex, where Sofi is
staying tonight while I head off to run the Essex Way Ultra.
Before
sending me off, Sofi’s husband Stefan shared a traditional Irish blessing that
I hope to carry with me over the coming 132 kilometres:
May the
road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
May rain fall soft upon your fields.
Until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
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