london

I always find London a let down, where ever I am arriving from. Perhaps it is the weather, which is always rubbish. Or maybe the incredible inefficiency. Or the ridiculous prices. London has been my unavoidable transport hub for three decades, yet I cringe every time my plane begins its descent into heathrow, wishing every time that we were landing somewhere else. Get my oyster card topped up (111pounds, and that is with a 35percent student discount) and head for work, wishing I hadn’t boarded the plane in rio.