The Cinema

Bob Hoskins is in a new movie!

I had some time to kill this afternoon so I went to the movies (say: cinema) to catch a 12pm flick.

Back home I was the biggest curmudgeon about the state of movie-going-these-days, what with the crappy films available and the tacky people that talk throughout them. When I moved here I expected nothing but calm, respectful cinema patrons, all Stephen Frys and Hugh Lauries, quietly watching top quality British fare.

HA!

Terrible Hollywood movies make bank overseas. They show all that crap here, people go to watch it and some of them are just as tacky as folks are back home. Another area where our two nations are unsurprisingly similar.

Anyway, there is a cinema across the street from my flat which is the main reason I’ve been going so often lately.

Today, I watched The Girl Who Played with Fire, part of that The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo trilogy. I haven’t seen the Dragon Tattoo film so I really had no idea what to expect from The Girl Who Played with Fire. It was good, I suppose. Interesting. Kind of had a Le Femme Nikita feel about it. I’m curious how the American film versions will look.

When I bought my ticket, the ticket girl said to me, “Are you aware that this is a Swedish film and that it has English subtitles?” Heh heh. I wondered how many people in the past have stormed out saying something like, “Subti’les?! Bloody hell! I want my thir’een-quid back!

Some things to know about cinema-going in London (and probably the rest of the UK):

  1. If the movie is listed to start at 12pm, it will actually start at 12:30pm. Films always start about 30-minutes after the posted showtime. If your show is at 12pm, they will start commercials  then (at the moment there is a really long and annoying Estrella Damm ad). At about 12:20, or ten minutes before the film starts, they will start the movie previews. So unless you’re worried about getting a seat, there is no need to show up early, or on time for that matter.
  2. Most cinemas have a bar. You can buy booze! (I sneak in my own when I’m feelin’ classy.) Nicer, arty cinemas have a selection of whisky/spirits/wine (Notting Hill Gate Cinema). I think most cinemas close the bar during daytime, maybe weekday evenings, and open them up for evening shows.
  3. When you buy popcorn, they will ask you if you want “Salt” or “Sweet”. Salt is like the buttery kind we know back home (but without the butter) and I suspect the sweet is also like what we know, when we can find it. Also, they don’t do the “Would you like extra butter on your popcorn?” here. I suspect they would find that revolting. So don’t bother looking for, or asking about, a butter pump.
  4. If you like Icees as much as I do, what you want to order is called a Fanta Frozen. You’ll see the machine behind  the concession counter if they sell it. While it tastes slightly different from an Icee and has a less-fine texture, IT SOO SCRATCHES THAT ICEE ITCH! It comes in classic “red” and “blue” flavors.
  5. They call it “the cinema”, not “the movies” and “the theater” is a stage show. Going to see “a show” is going to the theater, not the cinema.
  6. Other than the things listed above, the movie-going experience is exactly the same!

Jamie’s Italian

We went to Jamie’s Italian yesterday for lunch, one of Jamie Oliver’s restaurants. There are several locations in England and a few in London. We visited the location in Canary Wharf.

  1. The service was friendly and helpful.
  2. The decor/vibe was casual and lively. It is a busy restaurant.
  3. In the Canary Wharf branch, there were a lot of men in suits/shirts and women in trouser/shirt/cardigan ensembles (i.e. “workwear” which I should really do a post on sometime. There is a definite workwear uniform going on in London).
  4. There also seemed to be some grandparents with grandkids, too. Maybe a couple sets of tourists.
  5. The food, disappointingly, was just ok. It wasn’t bad, but not amazing. My carbonara needed seasoning, the scallops were a little squishy and the polenta chips were warm but stale around the outside.
  6. My husband visited the other Jamie Oliver restaurant concept Fifteen in Amsterdam and really enjoyed it so we had high-ish hopes for this place. Oh well.

The lunch crowd in Canary Whaf

"Beautiful Bucatini Carbonara" (left), "Shell Roasted Brisham Scallops" (top right) and "Crispy Polenta Chips" (bottom right)

In summary, we probably won’t be going back to Jamie’s Italian and would only recommend it if there isn’t any other intriguing-looking place to try instead.

Interview

A while ago I answered some standard interview questions over on the site, Expat Interviews. If you’re curious about my background at all, here it is!

-Where were you born?

San Francisco Bay Area, California, USA

-In which country and city are you living now?

London, UK

-Are you living alone or with your family?

I live with my American husband.

-How long have you been living in England?

Almost three years.

-What is your age?

32

-When did you come up with the idea of living in England?

My husband was offered a job here and he initially refused it, as we were in the process of buying a house in California. However, the deal for the house began to sour so we reconsidered moving to London. After a lot of discussion about our future plans and a strong desire to do some travelling before we settled down, we took a leap and moved to England!

-Was it hard to get a visa or a work permit?

No, this is often the biggest hurdle for people and we were lucky. Since my husband’s employer wanted to send him to their London office, they sponsored a work permit for him and because we’re married, I qualified for a similar visa stemming from his, as a “dependent”. I am free to work anywhere in the UK, until the visa expires (in which case we will have our visas renewed).

-Was it difficult for you to get medical insurance before you went there or when you first arrived?

It wasn’t. I brought in proof of my home address in my name (I brought in a bank statement, though a utility or mobile phone bill will do) and photo ID (passport) and was able to register with my local GP. I wasn’t at all questioned about my visa status. (If you are asked, it’s actually a peculiar question and you should challenge it.)

-How do you make your living in England?

It took me longer than I expected to find a job here. This city seems to be full of people just like me, from all over the world, all going after the same jobs. Don’t underestimate the size of London! I just kept sending out CV’s, meeting recruiters, registering with agencies, going on a ton of interviews and finally landed something.

It took about four to five weeks of active searching. I’ve worked in a few jobs now since moving here and now have a little network of contacts and references for future jobs.

-Do you speak the local language and do you think it’s important to speak the local language?

Well, I speak English which helps (of course). I think the fact that so many people around the world watch American television and films makes it easy to be understood, though I do have to remember to speak more slowly and enunciate. When I do that, I’ve been told I have “an accent” by fellow Americans. Ha!

But despite sharing a language, there is a big cultural difference between the UK and the US. Speaking the same language definitely doesn’t guarantee seamless communication. It’s important to pay close attention to what people say (as well as what you say) and learn the British English vernacular.

-Do you miss home and family sometimes?

I do miss home and am sad to not seeing my nieces and nephews grow up or not seeing my parents as often. I also miss driving and the one-stop shopping that is so common in the US (I miss Target!). The feeling comes and goes. There are moments I cannot imagine moving away from London and moments when I am dying to go back home.

-What do you think about the locals? (also how they treat foreigners)

It’s interesting. I sometimes feel that some of my English peers are xenophobic or quick to generalise/insult people from other countries (i.e. what’s wrong with the Irish, the Americans, the French, etc), or even their own country (North vs South England, North vs South London, etc). There is very much an “Us versus Them” mentality which I have to wonder, given England’s place in history, if that should not be surprising. Another interesting thing is a lot of the English I’ve met haven’t seen any more of the world than the average American has.

But all of that could be said of many people all over the world (it even exists in liberal and “tolerant” San Francisco!). I suppose this means despite cultural differences, people are essentially the same.

Anyway, besides all of that, I love English people, esp. outside of London. They are often so friendly, interested in conversation and they’re not plagued with fear or wariness. They say “Sorry” a lot, too which I really appreciate! (I’m used to people in the US trying to instigate a fight or calling people names if they are accidentally bumped into on the street.)

-What are the positive and negative aspects of living in England?

Postive:

1) London is very international and with so many transient people, many are open to make new friends or just have a chat with a stranger. I’ve learned a lot about different countries and met a lot of interesting individuals.

2) Pubs on every corner! Full of happy, chatty people.

3) Extensive public transit, whether by tube, bus or train. People have complaints but overall it’s an amazing system.

4) Proximity to the rest of Europe as well as Africa and the Middle East! You can be in Amsterdam in 45-minutes, Rome in about 2-hours, Egypt in about 5-hours…incredible.

5) I feel safer here (careful, but safe) than I do back home, especially considering London is such a major city.

Negative:

1) Customer service (for things like home utilities, NHS or in shops) is often seriously lacking. Makes American customer service look amazing.

2) Some people here loooove insulting Americans. After three years, the shtick is growing old on me but unless someone is really nasty, it’s all about “having a laugh”! Just be prepared to be the butt of jokes. Often. Also, know that anything negative said about Americans can just as easily be applied back to the British, i.e. “stupid”, “fat”, and (surprisingly!) improper pronunciation. Only one word is needed to demonstrate this: “anyfink”.

3) A lot of terrible American tv shows thrive here. Oh, and the good shows aren’t on until weeks later than they are in the states!

-Do you have any favorite Web sites or blogs about the United Kingdom?

When I first moved here I found a ton of sites about travel in the UK with all the typical tourist tips and suggestions. Not useful for me. I had a hard time finding information about living in the UK (where to shop for housewares, best places for groceries, what to expect from the NHS, etc) that was all in one spot, so I’ve set up a site aimed at helping new American expats: http://lettersfromwhom.com.

My goal is to help new expats sort out the necessities of life in the UK. It’s not all about Queen’s English, clotted cream and tea here. Ok, there is a lot about tea, but the rest may surprise you in how different it is from home.

Still here!

Apologies for the lack of posts of late. I’m still here, still at the computer! I’ve been navigating some tricky business the past few weeks, including:

  1. Trying to find a decent London screen printer that doesn’t charge exorbitant rates. Many services priced in £GBP seem exorbitant compared to what it would cost in $USD. Sigh.
  2. Trying to find a decent London sign printer.
  3. Considering another job change. I’m not happy about the idea of job hunting, again, although it would make for some interesting blog fodder! I cold give you a play-by-play of my latest job search experience. {cringe} I’ll keep you posted on what comes of this.
  4. Watching too much of The Dog Whisperer.
  5. Laying off the Cava and caffeine. And carbs.

There you have it. The flossy, flossy.

Every day is a celebration!

Ladies and gentlemen,

If you live in the UK and haven’t tried Marks & Spencer’s Cava (sparkling wine), go out and buy some now. It’s only £7.99 or so. Cheap and delicious! You can also buy a case online.

You will not be disappointed.

The Gun, London Docklands

We tried a new gastropub last night called The Gun.

Quick review: very good food, very good service, very nice space with nice decor (gun theme, of course) and well-kept bar. The only downside is its out-of-the-way location: accessible by foot but not the nicest area to be hoofin’ it around in. I noticed a lot of the diners arrived via taxi.

Still, I’d recommend it and I’d go back. It’s not often we find a nice gastropub in the Docklands area that isn’t packed to the gills with noisy worker bees.

(above: Front of The Gun)

(above: The sign at The Gun)

(above: The Gun’s nice wooden bar)

(above: I’ve been ordering cider lately because I really want to like it but I still haven’t found one I love yet.)

(above: Haven’t had oysters in at least a year and these were perfection. The sea in a shell. Sourced from the nearby Billingsgate Market)

(above: Herb [pronounce the H!] Gnocchi. Tasty little square gnocchis. Not mind-blowing but very good.)

Tortilla: “Burritos” in London

Oh, I wish I could say this was a really good burrito. It was a decent burrito.

There is this little chain in London called Tortilla and they have burritos, burritos-in-a-bowl, fajitas and tacos. It’s not bad (I did scarf it all down) but it’s not as great as it could be. The tortilla chips were, surprisingly, amazing considering most English joints like to serve seasoned tortilla chips (kind of like barbecue-flavoured corn chips). These were just plain, salty goodness.

If I had to sum it up, I’d say the overall problem with ordering Mexican food in the UK is that it lacks the spice and kick of real Mexican. Even mild misses the mark. Sometimes the components are just wrong (as in the seasoned tortilla chips mentioned above).

In this instance with my carnitas burrito from Tortilla, the actual tortilla was properly steamed which made it nice and pliable (no stale, broken edges). The carnitas was tender if not a little bland. They didn’t skimp on the sour cream and also offered lettuce (called “salad”), cheese and guac. The rice, on the other hand, was disappointing and usually is. It’s often a little bit undercooked and I don’t know what kind of rice they use but the grains are huge.

I should say: I’ve had worse burritos in California. I should also mention that I wouldn’t expect to march into, say, Moscow moaning about how there isn’t any decent Mexican food there. I know what’s up; this is England. Why would the Mexican food kick ass?

But see what’s on that bag in the picture? mexico > california > london. If you’re gonna be representin’, you gotta do it right.

(left) Soft, pliable tortilla. (right) Too-big-rice and but decent enough carnitas.

If you’re looking for burritos in London:

  1. I’d first suggest you wait until you got back home.
  2. If you can’t wait, I’d point you in the direction of Benito’s Hat or Tortilla, but only if you can’t wait.
  3. If you can’t get to Benito’s Hat or Tortilla, I hear there is a Chipotle in Covent Garden. I haven’t tried it yet, but a lot of non-Americans rave about how “it’s like the amazing burrito they had in New York!” Ha-ha.
  4. Lastly, there is Wahaca. Yes, pronouced like Oaxaca, but…yeah. Anyway, this isn’t a burrito joint but is a full-on restaurant that often has a long queue of people waiting to get in. I’ve only been a couple times (all I want is a taqueria!) but the flavours are all right on and I remember liking the margaritas (even though they were kind of small).
  5. Someone has already done a load of research on burritos in London on this site, LondonBurrito.com. Wicked! I didn’t even know there were so many burrito places around.
  6. Just remember that when we compare one bland burrito joint to another bland burrito joint, we’re just looking for the best bland burrito joint of them all. Which leads me back to point 1 and point 7.
  7. You’d be surprised what you learn to live without while living in London.

Manchester: A Short Review

I only spent one evening in the city of Manchester so I really don’t have a lot to say about it, except:

  1. It’s newer than London
  2. It reminded me of Newcastle (ladies in short frocks and men in open-collared shirts, some floral prints)
  3. It was colder and rainier than London

(above and below: View of the countryside from the train)

(below: A pub. No idea if the building is original.)

(below: the Manchester Wheel. Like the London Eye, except…not.)

(below: Night lights)

Oh, and you know how excited I was about the train? That faded fast. The London train to Manchester was packed as it seems a lot of people we’re headed home for the weekend. If you didn’t have a reserved seat, you had to stand. The train back from Manchester to London was less crowded, but there was a mighty ripe-smelling man next to us and a screaming baby in the carriage. I’m not usually bothered by screaming babies (screaming CHILDREN are a diff. story) but one of my ear buds broke and I wasn’t able to drown him out…anyway.

Manchester

I’m off to Manchester this weekend! I’m excited for a few reasons:

  1. I haven’t ridden the train in a few months and it’s something I enjoy, 95% of the time.
  2. Visiting cities outside of London often remind me why I love England (London doesn’t always give me this feeling).
  3. I don’t think I’ve seen enough of other parts of England, actually.

Should be interesting!

Cookbooks: Jamie Oliver At Home

One of the first cookbooks I bought after moving to London was Jamie Oliver’s Jamie at Home. The premise is homegrown food, eating with the seasons and calls for a lot of outdoor cooking. Not very useful for where I was living at the time (or even now) which was in a serviced apartment that was essentially a hotel, completely lacking any kind of “garden” or space to set up a barbecue.

I initially tried a couple recipes but set the book aside for the better part of two years, until this year, when I really embraced cooking again. I realised a lot of the grill recipes could be replicated by using a grill pan on the hob (stove). There are also a lot of roasts in the cookbook which are really easy to make in any urban oven!

There are an annoying amount of photographs featuring Jamie Oliver which, I suppose is part of the “brand”. Not my bag, personally, but okay.

If you are a vegetarian or vegan, I may steer you away from this book as there are several “Source your own protein!” photographs, as well. Oh, look…that’s nice. Still, images of industrialized animal slaughter wouldn’t evoke the English countryside in the same romantic, dramatic way so, I get it.

Overall, some amazing recipes in here, particularly the Herb Salad Bruschetta and the Lamb Kofka. The Grilled Strawberries with Pimm’s is next on my list. Summer is in full swing here and there are some amazing English strawberries (Driscoll’s “Jubilee” variety) out at the moment. The book is also just really nice in terms of paper and print quality. No dust jacket, either, which is great because I always feel guilty about ditching dust jackets for some reason.

Wasabi Sushi

I went to Wasabi the other day.

When you visit Wasabi, you need to grab a paper tray (shown here) and pick whatever pieces you like from the fridge. I’ve chosen four salmon nigiri (top and bottom left), one spicy salmon gunkan (bottom middle) and three masago & cream cheese gunkan (top middle). A five-pence packet of wasabi sits bottom right.

As you can see, they are individually wrapped, which can be an annoyance when you’re actually eating them. But I shan’t complain. Inexpensive, takeaway and fresh sushi, all the way!

Total cost = £5.15.

When Travel Leaves You Longing For Home

One of the most difficult parts of living abroad is the feeling of never quite being at home. It’s helpful that my spouse and I are from the same hometown because I always have those familiar roots with me. But I have to admit I’m still not 100% at home here and that is an annoying feeling to live with for any duration of time.

I sometimes think “home” is where family is but people leave home all the time and plant new roots somewhere else. Other times I think home is where my stuff is. Is that a terrible thought? I almost think it is; that I would equate an “at home” feeling with where my material possessions are.

Author Timothy Ferris, in his book The 4-Hour Work Week, wrote something that resonated with me:

Extended travel is the perfect excuse to reverse the damage of years of consuming as much as you can afford. It’s time to get rid of clutter disguised as necessities before you drag a five-piece Samsonite set around the world. That is hell on earth.

I’ve moved a lot in the past four years, the motivation always being the opportunity to travel. For my home, I’ve had to get rid of a lot of  things as well as learn to stop myself from buying things I couldn’t justify. It really is much more pleasant to move around when you don’t have a lot of crap holding you back. Just look at kids and their parents. Who looks bogged down and exhausted; the mother with the gigantic, snow tire stroller with all kinds of crap loaded onto it plus a giant handbag, or the toddler walking next to her with nothing more on him than the clothes on his back and the shoes on his feet? It doesn’t matter why the mother has all of that stuff or how prepared she is.

I want to be the toddler.

A big part of being an expat and a traveller is moving and being on-the-go. The fewer things I have to move with me, the easier it is to actually move. In fact, I wrote a post recently proclaiming the benefits of travelling with as little as possible. As for living a less encumbered life, Ferris writes:

There are tons of things in your home and life that you don’t use, need, or even particularly want…Whether you’re aware of it or not, this clutter creates indecision and distractions, consuming attention and making unfettered happiness a real chore. It is impossible to realise how distracting all the crap is —whether porcelain dolls, sports cars, or ragged t-shirts—until you get rid of it.

I try to live by that statement daily. My current apartment isn’t completely clutter-free but it is definitely on the minimal side. At all times I am ready to move again, at the drop of a hat, whether it’s to a new apartment or a new country for just the weekend. Everything is sort of already packed, it is so orderly. Being clean and clutter-free makes this sort of thing much easier. My “on-the-go” mindset is almost always on while my “at home” mindset rarely is.

Which is the problem. I’m always ready to go somewhere else because wherever I am right now isn’t it. This is the sort of feeling you might be called ungrateful for because of “all the people who would love to be as lucky as you!“. But there are pluses and minuses to any decision and it doesn’t make sense to to be in denial or pretend the negative aspects don’t exist.

So I’ll just say it: while travelling, living abroad and “being the toddler” is fun, exciting and sometimes life-changing, that feeling of being at home is just as priceless. Relish in that feeling whenever you can.

I still don’t know what makes a place “home”.  At the moment, I think: Home is where you leave all of your stuff, because you can. It (the home, not your stuff) will be there when you get back. Not bringing it with you is the point, but knowing it will be there whenever you decide to return is also the point.

Going to the NHS is A Lot Like Going to Kaiser

If you’re at all curious about the NHS experience, I can tell you now: it’s not unlike the Kaiser Permanente experience.

I know, I know. You’re probably thinking the most obvious difference is that NHS is “free” and Kaiser involves deductions from your wages, co-pays and money for prescriptions. Well, I can also tell you this: NHS is not free. Pay taxes in the UK, close to 40% of your wages, and you won’t be calling it “free” any longer. You’ll instead say, “Um, yeah! Better be givin’ us healthcare!”

I must admit my viewpoint probably isn’t the average of most people needing to go to the doctor: I’m a healthy, childless female with no other reason for visiting the doctor besides check-ups and women’s examinations, which, if I’m honest, means I only visit the doctor’s office once per year, if that.

So I cannot speak for the countless people who are chronically ill, have ailments or need to bring in their children for vaccines, etc. I also don’t need specialised medicine and I’ve never needed serious medical attention. All of those elements may, of course, give you an NHS experience that does not compare to  Kaiser.

But I went to the NHS centre/office today and this is how it went:

  1. Called Monday afternoon asking for an appointment to get a refill on my contraceptive. The receptionist was apologetic that the earliest I could come in was Wednesday at lunch. That was less than 48-hours away. I don’t know why she was sorry. I told her that was perfect and she booked me in. 1 point NHS.
  2. Since you are required to go to a GP in the area where you live, my NHS centre is only a few bus stops away. I could actually walk if I wanted to, but there is a stretch of road along the way that isn’t very pedestrian friendly. I hoped on the bus at 1pm for my 1:30pm appointment, and was walking through the doors at 1:05pm. 1 point NHS
  3. The waiting room was nearly empty, save for one pregnant young woman and her partner. This was a first, as the previous times I’ve been here to register, it’s been pretty full. I think it must be less busy in the afternoon. Something to keep in mind. 0 points as I’m not convinced this is the norm.
  4. I checked in with reception (no line, but again, this was a first) and took a seat. I glanced at my phone to check the time and it was 1:07pm. I told myself not to expect to be seen early.0 points.
  5. This particular NHS/GP office is considered large and has about six or seven doctors practicing there. They have a digital marquee mounted to the ceiling that beeps and displays when the next patient is ready to be seen. Very cold and impersonal, if you ask me. No smiling nurse coming out and calling your name. It was at about 1:20pm when the marquee beeped. I looked up and my name was displayed across, telling me to report to room 9. 1 point Kaiser, for having nice nurses.
  6. The receptionist buzzed me through the door and I followed the signs to room 9. The door was closed, so I knocked. A man’s voice asked me to come in. We said hello and he immediately asked me what he could do for me. I told him I needed a refill and I handed him the box from my previous prescription. He seemed very uninterested but asked me if I smoked (no), if I had children (no) and what I did for work (well, uh…). He then asked me to remove my jacket so he could take my blood pressure, and asked me to sit back and relax. He typed some stuff into his computer while I sat having my blood pressure read. 1 point Kaiser, for having more caring doctors.
  7. I looked around the room and noticed a sign posted on the door that said: “All appointments are 10 minutes. If you require longer than 10 minutes, please be sure to book a double appointment.” Just like Kaiser!, I thought to myself, except I think Kaiser appointments are 15 minutes. I looked around the rest of the exam room and noticed a torn paper towel, as well as a couple torn open packets, on the floor. I also noticed the paper that gets pulled over the examination table hadn’t been changed. Hmm. 1 point Kaiser, for being clean! Make that 5 points Kaiser, because I will never get on the examination table here now.
  8. The blood pressure machine stopped, deflated and the doctor asked me to remove the strap from my arm. Like, do it myself. Worse than Kaiser!, I thought. 1 point Kaiser. I mean, really.
  9. We sat there silently as he continued typing. He printed out my prescription slip and handed it to me. “Have a good day,” he said, then looked back at his screen. “So I can take this to the pharmacy outside?” I asked. “Yes.” he replied. Draw. No points here.

And that was it. Fast, impersonal and definitely less than my 10 minute allotment. It was 4 minutes max. Barely longer than the time it takes to take a blood pressure reading.

I went to the Pharmacy next door and handed in my slip. My prescription was free because according to the NHS website, presribed contraceptives are supplied free of charge.

Typically prescriptions, regardless of what it is, cost a flat amount of £7.20. Both instances are definitely better than Kaiser. 1 point NHS. Make that 5 points NHS, actually. Free or low-cost (truly low-cost) medication is essential.

Now, there was nothing about this NHS experience to recommend it, but I’ve had nearly identical experiences with Kaiser doctors where they barely say a word to me and even leave the room without saying anything. The cleanliness issue is another matter. I think that is highly dependent on the doctor you see. But, there you have it. According to my accurate points-system, I think NHS wins, but to be honest, NHS isn’t any better or worse that what you probably already know.

I hear NHS dentistry is a COMPLETELY different story however. I may experiment with that sometime.

Actually, no. No, I won’t. The proof is in the pudding for that one.

What Not to Pack on A Short European Adventure

I think one of the best parts of living in the UK is how quickly and easily a person can travel to other parts of Europe.

You don’t want to have to lug around any more than you need to, especially if you are riding the tube, bus or trains to and from the airports. I often carry only a shoulder bag or backpack because maneuverability is key and suitcases, even small ones, don’t help this. I still wince at the memory of my first trip to Paris where on the last day, we checked out of our hotel and still had several hours left before our Eurostar train to London departed. Not wanting to have to go back to the hotel, I dragged my suitcase behind me all around the Champs Elysees, Montmartre, into Collette… It was raining, too. All around not an elegant look.

So here is my well-learned list of what not to pack:

  1. More than two outfits. Most weekend getaways are often 3-nights max, more often only 2-nights. I keep my bag/backpack small by only bringing extra underwear, an extra top and re-wear the same bottoms and cardigan/jacket.
  2. A computer. Yes, you may use it but do you really need it? No! Life carries on without email or internet access and hotel concierges (or a little research before the trip) are more than enough to find a nice restaurant recommendation. One of the things that stops me from bringing my laptop is hotels still often charge for internet access (a set amount for a certain number of hours) which I never bought as I was only in town for a couple of days and would be out of the hotel room a majority of the time anyway.
  3. Extra cosmetics/toiletries. The make-up that I carry in my daily cosmetics bag in my purse is more than enough. All that extra stuff in the bathroom (hair serums, perfumes, lotions, nail polish, etc) can stay there! No need for a giant train case, either; this isn’t the Titanic. I do always bring small 50ml bottles with shampoo, conditioner and face wash. Hotel hair conditioner, if they even have it, is a crock (really, what is it? It’s certainly not “conditioning”!)
  4. Guidebooks, or books (plural). This is very much a lesson-learned for me. First of all, guidebooks point thousands of people all in the same direction. Think about how you feel about that. Second of all, only a few pages of the book are actually going to be relevant during your short break (food, shopping, nightlife in my case). Don’t hesitate to tear out pages and only bring those tear sheets on your trip. Despite what we’ve learned in school, just because it’s in book format doesn’t make it a sacred text. If you want to bring a novel for reading material, bring just one. If you’re about to finish one and need a second, finish the first later. If you do run out of words to read and need a fix, they sell books at airports and train stations, too. Oh and also, browsing for reading material in other countries is pretty satisfying, even if you can’t read the language.
  5. Too many shoes. There just isn’t space. There simply is not. So, once you accept this, you will choose the one pair of shoes you can easily take on and off in a security checkpoint, a pair you can comfortably walk around in for hours at a time and a pair that would look perfectly acceptable at dinner or in a bar/night spot. What are these magical shoes, you ask? For me, they are low-heeled, black leather ankle boots, well-broken in. That’s it. And if you find you really need a second pair, what is more fun than shoe shopping in Europe?! (Remember your continental size!)
  6. Anything that is “just in case”. My “just in case” kit includes Neosporin antibiotic ointment and a small stack of Band-Aids. If you have anything else you are tempted to bring “just in case”, honestly ask yourself when was the last time you used it. If the answer is not “today and/or yesterday”, you probably aren’t going to need it.

There is no need to travel like a refugee. Keep it basic, keep it minimal and you will thank yourself when you’re wandering around Prague or Paris, savoring the last hours before you’re on a plane or train back to London.

WORK Section Completed

The WORK section of this site is finally ready. I’m sure I will have more content to add later but at the moment it should answer most of the standard questions people have about working in London.

For some information on how I found work in London, see: How to Find a Job

For tips on resumés/CVs and interviews, see: CVs and Interviewing

For an honest perspective on what it’s like working in London, read What to Expect on the Job