Friday, January 9, 2009

There's nothing quite like rolling down the road in a double-decker bus trying to carry Cecily on your shoulders. Because you have to grab the hand rail to keep from lurching forward when the bus starts, Cecily feels she must grab the rings and rails as well--with both hands. The effect this has is to lift her body upward while her legs close with a scissor-like grip around your neck. Carrying Cecily around is rather like having an ongoing chiropractic experience. This, by the way, is Cecily' preferred mode of travel in London: astride Dad's shoulders. It is really the only way she can see everything, keep up with our pace and not risk getting run over by baby strollers or dogs being walked or businessmen in a hurry. Thus, she has adopted this method. As a result, I have abandoned all ideas of finding a local gym: my shoulders and legs are getting quite a workout with 40 extra pounds swaying precariously atop me for miles each day. As for the bus (which we were riding here) Olivia is of the opinion that the subway is superior to the bus, but Meredith would rather ride the bus, which is a little less crowded. The nice thing is that the service is reliable and widespread, the staff of both systems are amazingly helpful and fun (far better than the New York transit staff we encountered in August) and kids ride free.

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