Euston London
From the outset, my arrival into Euston as it is for me was in a mild state of panic. The London tube is exactly that - noisy trains packed with commuters with a ceiling height not much more than a standing adult. Despite my claustrophobia I managed to work out the Gatwick to Euston connection.
Euston Station Travelletor
The stay in Euston was a great, small, but comfortable apartment and dinner consisted of two shitty burgers from a drunken rampage filled McDonalds with as many security staff as there were punters. A few shots of the grand architecture and I was ready to get out of there quick smart.
Silly me decided to do a midnight walk around Kings Cross. The intensity of cameras, drunkenness, violence of words and actions of people is testament to the intensity of poverty and paradoxical riches.
The next day I trundled into Euston Station and prepared my self for the surveillance assorted by taking photos of every camera they had. The intensity of the foot traffic and the paranoia of the public is nothing short of saliently palpable.
