I have visited London for the first time! And tell you what: the city stinks.

We boarded a train leaving at 7.00 sharp. To my surprise, the train was not delayed, and really left the station at 7! During the journey, I spent quite some time watching the English landscape (very green, with brick houses and with sheep!). Then, we arrived at London Euston.

The guys immediately told me that Euston was, like, the most ugly train station ever. Dirt and concrete, that's what they said. They were not far from truth; the station is really ugly, but I'd say that it is so ugly that it's actually pretty good.

We decided to walk to the office. Of course there was a traffic jam, a smelly one. So, once again: London stinks. Literally.

Btw, the buses are also double-deckers, but they look very different from what we have here. Our buses have just one door, and look like boxes. And they are either purple (if they are First buses) or green or red (if they are Stagecoach buses). In London, the buses are red, they have three doors (the one closest to the back of the bus permanently open!!) and in my opinion they look like porcellio scaber. The story goes that London once wanted do buy these long buses which can bend in the middle, but then they decided that these would be dangerous for cyclists, and so they decided to get these red things. (The fact that every other European city runs long bending buses and cyclists are just fine obviously bothers no one in London, they know everything better!)

Unfortunately, we spent the whole day in meetings, so I cannot say much more about London than the above stuff. And in particular I had no chance to go anywhere by metro (which, as the guys told me, I should call the tube, not metro... well, I will call it whatever the h. I like...).

During the journey, I had an interesting discussion about milk. One guy told me that he's lived in Europe for some time, and he was shocked that the people there drank black tea, without milk. So I told him how English his attitude was. He did not quite agree. I described to him my surprise when I noticed that in our office, milk is delivered every day to our door. So English, I insisted. Now he was ready to admit that maybe that was English... And now imagine how surprised I was when I realised that they don't do this in Europe! he continued. No, we really don't do this in Europe, I assured him. So he told me (like it was a secret) that he would bring his own milk to the office every day. Like, really? So English!