I have no sense of direction. Never had and don’t have any illusions of acquiring it in the future. During my first days in London, we decided to go and explore our new neighbourhood with my roommate. Our plan was pretty simple – get out of Regents Park straight onto Baker Street. Walk down the road and get back before getting lost. The plan worked well until we decided to turn right and look around a cute little square. 100 meters off, we got lost and panicked. Thank God, that we have GPS and Google Maps nowadays – I can easily pass for a seasoned traveller with their help.
A few weeks into our stay with the host family, we got introduced to one of their other sons. While the youngest one was like a cuddly IT teddy bear, his older brother was someone who caught attention of two teenage girls from the very beginning. After a chat with his family and, of course, tea, it was time for him to go and for us to sulk about such a brief meeting, when his mother suggested that he shows us how to walk from Chalk Farm to Regents Park’s Inner Circle, so we could walk to our classes instead of always taking a bus. She was the kindest woman, who instantly earned our gratitude.
The walk was indeed very beautiful. Going up from Chalk Farm, cross a bridge, follow Regents Park road with its cute shops and pubs and you will get to Primrose Hill, one of the best places for picnics. If you sit on top of the hill, you would be able to see most of the Central London. Cross the Primrose Hill all the way and you will get to Regents Park. Walking past London Zoo, you will see three paths – take the middle one. Football, rugby, cricket pitches. Fields and old sycamore trees. Runners and dog walkers. You don’t feel like you’re in the middle of a huge cosmopolitan town – you’re somewhere in a countryside. Past a couple of other crossroads, across a boating lake and you find yourself in the Inner Circle, home to Open Air Theatre, Queen Mary’s Rose Garden and Regents University, home to our language school and a number of colleges. It was a warm sunny day, our companion was good looking and slightly older than us thus all the more appealing, telling all the interesting facts about the park and London in general. Life was great.
Afterwards, I would always walk this way to classes, going by bus only in case of serious gale winds or torrential outpour, as I didn’t want to miss out on an opportunity to enjoy the views. However, the first time we tried to follow this road by ourselves, we shamefully got lost and spent half a day finding our way back home. It still remains to be seen whether the difficult route or daydreams about our handsome guide got us lost.