Another day. Another adventure. Again a trip to catch up on points that I missed during an earlier trip, located in the vicinity of London City Airport. City Airport is a very unique venue, privately owned, with strict control of incoming and outgoing aircrafts. Only a very specific set of airplanes are allowed into the airport, which is also heavily frequented by business jets. When I was there last time I saw Falcon 900 up close. That was very exciting.

It’s a nice day today. Some clouds decorate the horizon, but other than that the sun is mostly shining. My route takes me through a familiar territory and it not until I reach Canary Warf that the scenery changes. I loose the GPS signal for a moment. I hate it when that happens. Without it I would be lost, completely without a clue on where to go next.

The first waypoint of the day is in the middle of the Thames. With that as the destination the best I can do is to get as close as I possibly can. I cycle into a strange pier. A big bold warning sign informs me that ANY photography of ANY kind is strictly prohibited without prior permission. What a bunch of idiots. Inside the secure pictureless compound is a showcase of liveable container units and fancy new apartments. I take my picture and leave the scene. No one follows me, no one tells me off.

From there it is up north-east looking for waypoint number two. Both of these relate to the traffic flying in and out of London City, a non-Heathrow trip for a change. I find it on a residential street.

A police car is parked 10 meters from me, but no one is inside it. Throughout my project I have always been afraid that the police would eventually pull me over and ask me questions, or that someone would report me to the police. So far it hasn’t happened, and to be honest I would have had real problems explaining the validity of my project to them or anyone for that matter about what I am doing without appearing incredible suspicious. I suppose that’s really a problem, if I cannot explain this project so that it makes sense, then I really ought to do something about it. After taking the necessary photographs, exhausted from the last couple of days of cycling, I head home.