I’ve been back in the UK for a month now and it still amazes me how time flies. Another astonishing fact is how little I know about the town that I’ve been living in for the past 11 months. It’s one of those moments when you keep saying you’re going to visit a certain place but you never get around to it because something always comes up and before you know it, time has flown by and you’ve been living here for almost a year but you still haven’t gotten anywhere or done anything. Okay, I’m blabbering here…just bear with me, I have some things on my mind lately and I haven’t really been myself these past few weeks.
Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, I’ve discovered a wonderful scenic place just recently and the view just overwhelmed me. Okay, I can’t really say I “discovered” this place, since Richmond Park is the largest park in London, which is pretty hard to miss. The national reserve is home to various animals such as deer, foxes, wild rabbits, and geese, and they are all allowed to roam freely in this massive park.
On my first day at Richmond Park, I spent 3 hours just wandering around (and still didn’t cover all grounds). I trekked through a jungle of overgrown ferns, feeling like I was in the Amazon rainforest; it was so isolated and peaceful that it could’ve been a scene from Anaconda, right before the giant boa jumps out to get the victim. I tramped through a savannah, consciously afraid that a hidden leopard might leap out at me any minute while a herd of deer grazed lazily nearby. I climbed up steep hills that left me breathless, both from the workout and the magnificent view at the top. I crossed a pond (no, I didn’t swim…there is a path that separates the two ponds) and watched a flock of geese playing follow the leader.
I came home with extremely sore legs that I knew would get even worse the following day but it was all worth it. Seriously, how many deer do you expect to see in a city as urban as London??