Journal Entry #3

I have just returned from the Notting Hill Festival, and I must say the actual festival was absolutely nothing like I thought it was going to be.

When I first learned of the festival I thought it was going to be a huge market, with tons of neat crafts and fun things to do and see. However, when I got there, I was severely disappointed as all I saw was trash scattered everywhere, sometimes in 3-feet-tall heaps, thousands of drunken people, police at every corner, sometimes lining the entire street. I saw at least two outbreaks of violence and many things I did not want to see. The people were very trashy and unlike any other people I've met thus far in England. It was pretty much like a Bucknell House Party except ten times worse. Needless to say, I was quite surprised. I was also surprised to learn that the area in which the festival is held is one of the richest parts of London. It seems a bit odd to me that such an upscale place would host such a trashy and troublesome festival.

Apparently the festival has been going on for quite some time but officials are now threatening to not have the festival anymore due to the problems and pollution it causes. To be quite frank, I would whole heartedly agree with officials if they wanted to stop the festival. I know it celebrates Caribbean heritage, but the crowds are unbearable and the amount of trash people leave on the streets is unbelievable; there's enough trash left on the streets to keep cleaners busy for months! To me, it seems like it causes too much trouble and costs way too much to keep the tradition of the festival going. Think of all the extra help the city needs to hire to just keep things at the crazy levels they're at. In my opinion, the costs far outweigh the benefits.

The way to and from the festival was a nightmare. The tubes were crowded beyond belief and there were multiple delays. The streets were so crowded with people I almost lost the group I came with at least five times. Within five minutes of arriving I knew I wouldn't enjoy the festival and wanted to leave. Now, finally back in my clean, uncramped flat, I can forget about that horrible experience and go to bed. Until next time, cheers.