We are constantly searching for the most timely and useful travel information on locations around the world. We have always found that boots on the ground is a great way to sift through the marketing clutter and bring you the travel tips, information, and opinions you crave. However, now it is time to kick it up a notch. First, we are searching the world for folks who can take you on a field trip of their "backyard." When we find these folks, we then embed them into their local travel scene and ask them to be our eyes and ears out in the field.
We are expecting the same sort of grainy video, choppy sentences, and snapshot photos that you are use to seeing from embeds. The rub is, at the end of the day we should be left with a backyard travel guidebook like no other.
Our first embed is Benji Lanyado of London, UK. He is a budget travel columnist for the Guardian Newspaper in the UK. He also is the fearless leader of Youngin Europe, so expect his guide to skew young, but not that young, we intend to keep this thing legal. He lives in London and enjoys ranting about football.
Now that you have all the particulars, sit back and enjoy the trip.
London :: Public Transportation The hottest transport in London.
Last week I pissed all my friends off by asking for their tuppence on the best London Underground lines. The Northern, Victoria and Jubilee were the punters' choices. This was all very democratic and suchlike, yet now that we're alone I should probably make amends for a rather heinous omission on their part. The Docklands Light Railway (DLR) is, in fact, the goddam hottest line of them all.
A little history. The DLR connects the old financial heart of the city (known, imaginatively, as The City, or the Square Mile) to the new suitsville of the Docklands, with the vast Canary Wharf complex as its axis. Which is all very nice. Point is, the DLR is like a celestial rollercoaster winding through the area, undulating over futuristic waterways in its path, and piercing through the very heart of Canary Wharf during its mid-ride climax.
Best bit of all, there's no driver. I'm no technogandalf but I'm assuming that magnets and the CIA are involved in some way. The DLR's lack of pilot means pretending to drive the thing is anyone's game. See how this unassuming young female has 'lined herself up' to the front door of the train, without actually getting on:
She's a pro, you see. When you find the DLR platform buried under Bank tube station (the busiest in London)...DO NOT GET ON THE FIRST TRAIN. Merely observe exactly where the doors to the front carriage open, wait til the other fools get in, then align yourself in their wake. The next train that pulls up will open its doors in front of your nose, disgorge its riffraff, and leave the carriage empty for you to sweep into the front seats. After which you can pretend to drive for up to half an hour at a time. Which is only slightly inferior to sex in my opinion. Here's some smashing DLR wank material I gleaned during my last trip:
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