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The Stables at Camden

This is the farthest cultural shock could get in London.

I believe in destiny, yes I do. So I don’t think that meeting this annoying Pakistani who lives in London and who I didn’t know I would be meeting until 15 minutes before he turned up and said we should go to Camden market, was a mistake. There’s no other way I would have gone to the Stables, walked into a sex shop – not knowing I was walking into a sex shop, watched a young couple in a cage dance with such amazing stamina (but they were in a cage so I couldn’t enjoy it).
Camden is a world so different, the kinds I only watched on TV or in the movies.
I couldn’t help but compare. I only have a few red streaks of hair, just got a tattoo, like rock and roll and like to shake my head to good music no matter where I am, even if in a meeting and someone’s phone goes off I’d shake my head if the ringtone is headshaking-good. And yet I am told I am weird, too individualistic, too wild, too this and too that. To take a Camdener and put him in Hyderabad – that would be interesting. I’d love to turn into one just for the shock of it.
Camden by far is the most foreign experience – do I like it? is it my type or is it not? I don’t know – it made me sad to see things like kids trying out clubbing clothes, youngsters dancing in cages, sex on sale, people whose day jobs are just holding signs that read – ‘Camden’s best piercing and tattoo parlour this way’ when in this world and in that city, a 20 something is capable of much, much more with or without education. And yet I can’t say anything against it for I understand pain, I understand drugs, I seem to understand dark stables with unnoticed, failed musicians and people around them.
The food, the art, the talent at Camden is mindblowing (though I am not sure about these lessons)

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This entry was posted on November 20, 2012 by in Travels and tagged .

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