Vivo en Bizkaia (y otros sitios tambien)

This week I have been commuting by train to London from Brighton and this is much better than commuting from Hidden Dip.

For a start it takes me less than two hours to get into central London, just over an hour by train and then the wonderful tube system of which any third world country would be proud of.

But the trains are much better from Brighton - real seats and a table! And there is none of the stupid announcements on ONE every damn stop telling you the umpteen laws and regulations that govern rail travel in this country:

"Passengers are reminded that they are only allowed to read books of less than 240 pages"

"Passengers are reminded that they may only look out of the window of this train between alternate stations."

"Passengers are reminded that the consumption of cheese and tomato sandwiches on this train is forbidden"

"Only passengers taller than five feet eight inches and shorter than six feet two inches  are allowed to sit in aisles seats"

Get the picture?

Anyway, its better. 

The highlight of my commuting week was standing next to two Spanish families on the tube as they chatted, completely oblivious to the fact that I could understand them. I enjoy listening to Castellano being spoken so much. Or maybe it is the people who speak it?