It's another week later, which means another week of living in Harringay and looking for work and catching the tube into town and all that fun stuff.

So there's still no sign of a job yet, but we're still just getting used to this place they call London. It still seems bizarre to me when I think of where we are; it hits me at random moments. At times, it can feel just like being in Wellington, or I don't know, it feels like anywhere. Hanging out in Harringay doesn't feel much like being in London at all, by some measures of what one might expect of London. Sometimes the city itself isn't London.

What I mean is, that is to say, erm... What is London? I've come from halfway around the world and I'd have a hard time convincing anyone that New Zealand isn't all farms and sheep. People have ideas and preconceptions, and I certainly had my own before arriving here. Like, for example, I thought people spoke English here!

Don't get me wrong, let me explain this. You turn on the T.V. here and it's all English, so much so that I don't even notice any accents anymore. But walk down the street in Harringay and it's all Turkish, or Greek, or Hungarian. The people and the shops are all from some other country I've never encountered or never expected to encounter here. Go down the road a little bit and suddenly it's another country, another culture.

For example, we went to a wee supermarket today and the people in line behind us were some kind of French muslims wearing skirts, just some cultural niche I've never seen before. It's crazy and wonderful and exciting seeing all these different cultures in one place. It's like London is actually the centre of the world.

But I can't help but feel a little disappointed. Where are all the English people hiding? Well, obviously they're outside of London doing their thing, I've seen that, I've been to Newcastle. It's just I had all these fanciful images in my head of old London that have been pushed aside and replaced with this new London where I can turn a corner and see a different country.

I've tried so many new things like Polish food at Camden market (last Sunday) and last night we had the hardest time trying to find food in Soho. By that I mean we were spoilt for choice! Eventually we settled on South Indian vegetarian food and it was so good. Argh. I love Covent Garden and Soho and Chinatown and everything in that area.

But I love Camden too! It gets me too excited thinking about it and then I can't type because it all wants to come out at once like ashaslkadaklgkn. So, either you have been to Camden market on a Sunday and know what I am talking about, or you have not and should probably consider making plans to visit.

Before I forget: Snow. It has snowed already up North a few days ago and soon it shall snow here. Possibly. It has rained possibly once since we arrived here, but if it does rain now it shall be snow (please). Also, they do not know what wind is here. However, and it is a big however, the days are short and the sun is so low in the sky and it gets in your eyes and you feel so stupid wearing sunglasses because it's bloody freezing (1 to 2 degrees) and it's London! Who ever heard of wearing sunglasses in London?

Anyway, we saw a certain film about a certain wizard on Monday. It was partly in London! When they turned up in Picadilly Circus and ran down Shaftesbury I was so happy. We were watching the film literally 5 minutes walk from there at the Leicester Square Odeon where the film had debuted a few days before.

I also revisited the Natural History Museum and saw the rest of it. Maybe it's just me being a geology nerd, but I really loved the section with all the rocks in it. That sentence really doesn't do it justice, but how do you actually describe a huge room with two dozen display cases down the middle and a further two dozen around the walls all filled with spectacular gemstones and huge mineral deposits? You don't try, you just go there and you look. For hours. Like me. Then you walk through Hyde Park at dusk by yourself and get scared.

I revisited the British Museum too, which needed to be done. I spent hours looking through every exhibit and still didn't see it all. I want to go again at least a dozen times and look at the European exhibits again, oh and the clocks! The coins too! Honestly.

P.S. Here is so much better than Wellington.