Clap. Ham. My first week in big busy London started in Clapham, feeling apprehensive and scared and almost reluctant to start a new adventure away from the small but beautiful Bordeaux. The border control had been equally reluctant to let me in, each time I tried to come in after a trip away - "I have a return ticket back to New Zealand, I am basing myself in London because I only have three months left in Europe and there are loads more flights from London. I promise I will be leaving on the said date."

Alas, that said date has come, finally. It is time to leave.

While it was slow to start, as always it is the people and friendships I take away with me. A has been with me from day one to day of departure, showing me how it's done in this big city and making sure I get to my final destination safely. I am immensely grateful for his kindness and friendship. I met a lovely group of ladies to spend each lunchtime gossiping and discussing the current events of the world around us. Each lady, so different, yet so full of life and potential. I learnt from every one of them and hope that our relationships will continue despite the long distance and time that will part us.

London, thank you for the opportunity to get to know you better. I may not come back in a rush, but if I do, I will be glad for the yet another chance.

Cheers, mate.