Commuting in and out of Central London during these Olympic Games has been something of a mixed bag. Londoners were inundated with dire warnings of transit chaos. "Plan ahead! Don't get caught out!"; was the slogan we heard and saw everywhere.
My commute usually consists of three trains. First is the London Overground. To my friends in San Francisco, think of the Overground as kind of like BART. Then I change to the London Underground Jubilee Line, and finally the Northern Line which puts me about a block walk from my Office.
The Jubilee Line is one of the main arteries in and out of the Olympic Park, so I have for the most part tried to avoid it, and the London Overground. But all the predictions of mass chaos on the trains have not come to pass. It seems that most people heeded the call and have either left town or, (like me) have found alternative routes to get in to work in the Mornings. So much so that as it turns out, the trains are actually less crowded than normal. So today I figured I would risk it, and give my normal commute a try.
It was pretty much the same as any normal day. As I stood reading my morning paper, I noticed a worried looking older couple, who were staring intently at the system map. They clearly weren't sure where to get off . I asked if they were looking to change for the Olympic Park. They said yes, and asked if I knew where to transfer to the Jubilee Line. I said not to worry, and said to just follow me, when I got off the train. They looked very relieved and thanked me.
My commute usually consists of three trains. First is the London Overground. To my friends in San Francisco, think of the Overground as kind of like BART. Then I change to the London Underground Jubilee Line, and finally the Northern Line which puts me about a block walk from my Office.
It was pretty much the same as any normal day. As I stood reading my morning paper, I noticed a worried looking older couple, who were staring intently at the system map. They clearly weren't sure where to get off . I asked if they were looking to change for the Olympic Park. They said yes, and asked if I knew where to transfer to the Jubilee Line. I said not to worry, and said to just follow me, when I got off the train. They looked very relieved and thanked me.
As we were chatting, I asked where they were from, and if they were going to see any Olympic events today. It turns out they were from New Zealand, and were on their way to see their Daughter compete in field hockey. They were so excited, nervous and very proud of their "little girl". Suddenly all the other people standing around us , started to congratulate them and wish them and their Daughter good luck.
It was, for lack of a better term for it; a wonderful "Olympic Moment". So my own countrymen and women can forgive me if for one day I find myself rooting for the New Zealand Women's field Hockey team.