Introduction

This is only the introduction, I tell about my current life, and when we moved to London....

Introduction:
 
It had that classic air to it, that exciting feeling of adventure and not knowing what's going to happen in the next year of your life. It didn't take long, only bout 15 minutes to get out bags from the baggage claim. It was hard to believe, as it always is in a new country that we're on Heathrow airport. Ready to begin our new life here, for the next year or so. Only a few hours ago we were still in South Africa, saying good-bye to family, and that very special person, Ashley, whom i still dearly miss. yet now we are here embarking on the first daring adventure as a family, starting our new life in London.
 
About an house later we were in our cosy little house on Sefton street, in Putney. A place which then seemed very unfamiliar and slightly threatning. "It's all part of the experience" I convinced myself, and stated unpacking my bag.
Later that night we had our first family dinner, in the unfamiliar new kitchen, all white and cosy, with a large wooden floor creaking at every step. "This" i told myself, "is going to take some getting use to."
 
The First thing that appealed to me, was all he bicycles in London, I expected allot less bicycles considering all the traffic/ but they ride, fearlessly between the cars, which in South Africa would be the most brainless suicidal act in history.
But the thing is, it's actually legal here, bikes have priority over cars, and pedestrians have first priority.
But what amazed, more to say surprised me most, was all the green. How lush London is regardless of all the civilisation and buildings. Just a short walk walk from our house in the jam-packed housing of Putney, you could get lost in the endless maze of forest, so dense the sin is blocked out. Least to say I found these little twisting and winding roads a temporary, but time consuming act of "super-fun" in a teenage "future-downhill-mountain-biker's" life. Getting regular intense spasms in my left finger for being so active on the brake-lever to create a astounding array of flying soil as my back wheel skid's in it's lock.
 
This routine lasted for about a week or two, and i got very familiar with which bumps are a bit, you can say, to unsuitable for  'extreme bunny hops'. This always resulting in a cloud of dust, or soil, and a few extra bruises added to my prized collection of evidence of my biking history.
Soon logic caught up with me, as it always is a bit slow, and I started cycling the long boring roads in Richmond park. These of course were nothing compared to the tracks we use to cycle in South Africa...

Author's Note

It is short, but then again a introduction is short.....

Reviews

[Annique le Roux]

haha! love it...
"...which in South Africa would be the most brainless suicidal act in history."
brilliant description hey...it would be suicide
but its good to know that you're still proudly Saffa ;)

[Ama May Cooper]

I like it.. it makes you wnat to read on.. a very good start i shall read the others later