The little frog has taken a huge leap, crossed the Atlantic pond and arrived in the land of Shakespeare, all in one piece. The blogging hiatus was necessary, and very welcome, to all the personal and professional logistics required for the move. There is no book of lists comprehensive enough to mention all the little details one has to remember to leave a position, a rhythm, and a fairly well-oiled routine with known and reliable settings. The planning phase ran into a few bumps here and there, nothing serious enough to stop the process, or think about stopping it like the Formula 1 Grand Prix in Bahrain.

As suggested by a new acquaintance, London is very user-friendly: the city, public transit, yes, no question. Although, it is always good to know a local to guide you and show you a few London tricks to get by: not necessarily faster, only smoother. The transition to become operational has been both challenging and fun. The old continent, for some reason, seems to be stuck in some convoluted administrative process to get anything agreed upon, and eventually done. Not that it is any easier in North America, the British experience so far is testing how much humour I have in stock (no oxymoron here): I must say, I did not know I could stretch it without making it thin.

The British humour is actually not a legend, and is quite enjoyable. Examples of rather outdated laws, still in effect, stating that it is illegal to die in the House of Parliament, to drive a cow while drunk or to pretend you are older than you are, are plenty. Fast forwarding to 2012, London is hyper-wired and almost everything is accessible online: the downside to that lies in the level of customer service which, for North Americans, proves to be questionable (when existent) for a newcomer. Humour and patience turn to be quite handy sometimes.

These ingredients are part of the cast of Twenty Twelve, an apropos TV show on the BBC. All the nuances of preparing for the “biggest show on Earth” are subtly underlined and remind me of some possible organised chaos leading to the last Olympic Games I worked on in Vancouver. Of course, all characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. I guess I will find out soon enough how much truth this satire manages to portray, or not. In spite of all the security rules around sensitive information, once could wonder how the script of the show matches so closely to the everyday life around Canary Wharf.

I am adjusting, learning and slowly finding my bearings. I cannot wait to get some speed in the new contract, discovering the political structure and other paths to get things approved before implementation. I am training my instinct to look to my right before crossing a street: that might be the biggest challenge so far…