For the next day, Camden Market, or the greater Camden Lock, was the first thing on the itinerary. Of course, it is the nearest place within walking distance to where I stayed. The budget bed & breakfast Camden Lock Hotel which I enjoyed.
Here, you get quirky stuff like punks on the walkway holding placards that advertise their tattoo services or people dress in neon or leather and whose dyed fluorescent hair might have indicated in a loud but silent way, that they were deprived of highlighter stationery in their high school and now it is time to get back.
Camden is a place to feel young, which suits me fine as I never wanted to be older than 20. So seeing t-shirts with naughty prints allowed me to feel at home. Here are 2 examples to fuel your imagination.
There is this indie (not Indian nah….) feel about Camden that even a seasoned traveller is unable to describe. A little bit like the Chatuchak Weekend Market in Bangkok but more established with statues depicting its history.
Fun, bright, energetic, crazy, weird, out of this world….good words to describe this place, if your definition of these words are similar to mine or this elderly gentleman blowing his horn and speaking something in tight-upper-lipped heavy British accent which I could not understand.
Food.
Chinese noodles, Indian spices, Italian pizzas, Spanish paella but of course, I came here to savour the chocolate fudge, creamy scones, tiny muffins, home-made brownies, cooked-to-order banana crepes and whatever sinful treats you can think of.
And flush it down with fresh fruit juices from the pun-intended – Sadie’s Squeeze.
While sitting on half-cut scooter seats.
Completes the whole experience of being in Camden.















