A different continent is met with a group of 36 eager teenagers; blind-sighted, restricted to the comfort zone we consider our country. Our home, made up of every other country, stands nothing parallel to our destination. Yet, none of us knew what to expect.
Our flight was with Virgin Atlantic Airlines on their Dreamliner plane. Ironically enough, none of us could sleep if it weren’t for my wobbly walking up and down the aisles to feed ZzzQuil to the insomniac. La La Land, Assassin’s Creed, Moonlight – movies to fill the 8-hour time gap. Frank Ocean, Joey Bada$$, Harry Styles – to play as the muscle in my thigh twitched from the dosage of diphenhydramine.
Once we arrived, we were on the go – non-stop. The streets of London were our first destination, two tube rides and a train ride away to Waterloo: metropolis of train stations. Soon enough, we realized “Waterloo” has its own song (by Abba, it’s a classic), which served as the theme for our trip. Young American teenagers all of a sudden shout “Waterloo” down the train station in sing-song.
The faces, the attitudes, the people, are all what cannot be defined by photograph, as its dimensions are not all met. Perhaps, a song can tell more. Through the photo essay, we speak through pixels, trying to tell the story of each and every place in London, and each and every face.
Waterloo, promise to love me forever more.
Our traveling always brought us back to the main train station at Waterloo.
The bridge that connects Downtown London to other streets is decorated in long, white tubes.
Ice cream trucks were carefully placed across the “boardwalk” of London. Although the ice cream wasn’t specified to have a flavor, it tasted like coconut.
A group of contortionists danced to the beat of jumpy drums before a crowd.
A colorful carousel painted the canvas along a plain-white London Eye.
A young boy in a Pokémon cap watched the older guys skate, eagerly awaiting his turn.
Downtown London was teeming with Japanese influence.
A man on the strip used the wind to blow bubbles for the crowd – at no cost.
Children of all ages enjoyed each others reactions to the bubble blowing. Some parents, however, were cautious.
A man wearing a highly reflective outfit posed in front of the large crowd for the London Eye to attract tourists (photo-op).
A sight that is sure to cause a double take. In person, it is visible that there is a clear plastic that holds his hat and sunglasses. But, don’t let that ruin the illusion!
A woman, adorned in a headscarf, watches over her daughter, who seems to reflect her inner personality.
Flowers catch the eye of tourists walking across the London bridge.
Our tour guide guided us to the sights of Jack the Ripper’s most haunting murders, using careful hand gestures to emphasize the horrifying acts.
In careful coordination, the soldiers make a ceremonious walk towards Buckingham Palace.
The Salisbury Cathedral is met with Spring weather – 50 degrees Fahrenheit.
Large houses, appearing to be attractions, tend to be tucked away behind shrubbery.
A sight of love – old and young – hidden on a bridge that connects the street to the town.
Almost as if out of a Dr. Seuss movie, the painters work in careful coordination and matching uniforms and a symmetrical house.
At the Roman Baths, worn-down statues were placed around the contaminated, green, steaming water.
The familiar sounds of Scottish bagpipes are played by a man wearing a traditional kilt.