We Are Not Londoners (2)


We spent the night at Denise’s aunt’s house. She’s a really nice lady, with a very quiet husband and an even quieter daughter. It’s a bit funny to realize how she dominated almost all of our conversation. She has a really nice home, a small house like in the movies, with a bit of Asian and British touches here and there. Because the family only have two bedrooms, Denise and I slept on the living room. Which was more than enough for us.

It was a little bit late when we arrived in London, so we just went straight to their house. We spent hours talking with the aunt, while everyone else just do their own activity. I think it was part of their culture, you know? I might not be able to see things like this at home.

When you’re in the Eastern culture, you’re required to be there with your guests even you don’t know what you’re gonna do or say. But here, if you don’t have anything to say or ask, you just do your own business and that’s not considered impolite. Of course, it was a bit uncomfortable at first Β to be in this situation, because I am not used to things like that. Fortunately, they were so nice to us so we felt welcomed in their house.

We stayed there for two nights, however we didn’t see the host so much because we do our own business. Again, I think it’s the different culture. In the Eastern, especially Asian.. or particularly my family’s culture, it is (almost) required for the host to accompany the guest everywhere. I prefer the British way of course, because sometimes it would be a little bit awkward to be there just for the sake of being there.

Anyway… I hope we didn’t cause them so much trouble.

London itself is still the same.

The difference was, I spent more time at the East London. The first time I came to London with Mr. Nottingham, I was experiencing the backpacker tourist’s walk in the Central London. Last Weekend with Denise, I experienced being the East Londoner.

Going to Canary Wharf is definitely one thing I would like to do again… but later probably in spring. It was too cold to go there in winter (or almost winter) like this, because the wind is so strong and you can die freezing there. I would like to go there in daylight too, because it would be nice to see the sunset in the river.

The kebab shop is surely somewhere I would go again to eat. Of course this time I would ask for the smaller portion because the last time I can’t finish the kebab. The size is twice as big as large Doner Kebab in Indonesia. And of course… the Malaysian Food stall that only open in Saturday would be the place to visit because of the delicious rendang. RENDANG! It’s been ages since the last time I had one.

What about the photo session? Well… I migh tell you about that later πŸ˜€


2 responses

  1. so true … in our culture, we have to entertain our guests all the time, it is a bit tiring, isn’t it? I used to hate it when I was younger, when my parents called me out of my room just to sit there quietly (with sulking face) in front of our guests (usually distance relatives)and listened to you-don’t-know-what stories…


    • Yeap! Most of the time we didn’t even say a word and sit there just to show the guest that we welcomed them properly. Even until now I still don’t understand why we have to do that. I mean, the guests themselves would feel uneasy if there’s someone sitting quietly and staring at them… But yeah… that’s our culture πŸ˜€