Sunken rails / Cyclist dismount
Since arriving here in the U.K., I’ve become a little scared. Not for falling from my bike, choking on a plastic bag, having my drink spiked, being mugged, slipping on a wet floor or being recorded by 400 CCTV cameras every day. No. I’m scared that maybe, in a few months, I’ll actually start buying into that crap. That perhaps, when I return home, I will write my name on all my belongings with a UV pen, always look for the fire exit upon entering a room and only leave the safety and comfort of my house when absolutely necessary… And that is a scary thing.
Seriously Though
What’s with the warnings? Ever since we set foot on U.K. soil we have been engulfed with every warning imaginable. Going for lunch? Not without being warned about Meningitis and the fact that coffee cups might be hot. Then again, maybe we –the naive Dutch– are just underwarned.