Sometimes I feel like Walking

Two weeks I've been here and I feel like I've walked already more than I did all year. Back at home everything is so close that walking doesn't even feel like what it is. For everything far enough away to make it feel like walking I would usually grab my board or jump on my bike. Now, here in London I don't have a bike - although I have been playing with the thought of buying one - and pushing is often not an option so that the next best thing is public transportation. 

But then there are times when you just feel like not taking the bus or the tube. For me these times are often connected with an expensive meal that I had before, or a cup of coffee that I didn't finish and therefore made me feel guilty. As a result I tend to punish myself with waiving to take a motorized and comfortable fare and walk instead. Funnily enough, more often than not it turns out to be a good decision, because there's so much life going on in these streets, that it would be madness to miss it. 

Sometimes though, I don't feel bad or anything, sometimes I simply want to walk. The other day, for example, I had dinner with Rina, a friend from Germany. She's here for about a month and we met up a few times. On that day we went to Angel to have dinner at a funky Indian place. We had hot curry dishes and cold foreign beers. She had to take off soon after that, so I saw her to the bus stop, but for me the evening felt a bit like a half-eaten pack of potato chips.

I thought about taking the 214 bus that would take me straight to Camden, but somehow I thought that it would be rather dissatsifying to leave the chips uneaten. I quickly checked my condition: belly full with great food, wearing comfortable shoes, half-full batteries on my music player, everything was good. I looked up and the sky was clear, the evening breeze quite pleasant. I put my earphones in my ears and pressed play. Q-Tip began rapping his Renaissance Rap, and my feet started moving.