Earth is strange.

The hustle and bustle of London, England started at 6.  The most common time for people to leave for work.

Why is everyone walking into me?

People, left and right dodgeds and swerved as they attempted to pass the stranger who stood still, with a pained and confused look. No-one knew them, so it wasn't their problem.

It smells wired.

Car fumes, the toxic smell of the subway and the odd waft of fresh baked goods, all swirled together with the perfumes-or lack of- worn by the passers by as they went about their lives, paying no heed to the foreigner. They'd find their way eventually, or someone else will help them. 

I don't like it!

A few terrified and disgusted faces looked into the eyes of the lost one who was stood in the middle of the path, who looked on the verge of a panic attack. One person passed and smiled in attempt to brighten their day, but did not stop, for they were already late and were not sure if their help would be of use, or if it would make things worse.

Home! I want to go home now!

Tears filled their eyes and they started to sway, and one person placed  gentle hand on their shoulder to have it shoved away. "Hey! Watch out!" They bellowed as the terrified tears fell and stumbled into the road.

It hurts.

The zombie-like londoners burst into action, phoning the ambulance and running to help the injured and the driver who was in shock at a strange looking...person?...who ran strait into their line of driving with incredible speed. There was a screech of breaks and shouting, then a burst of lights and then the hassle died down as the ambulance left and the police cleared up.

I do not like earth. It hurts. It hurts a lot.

London is one of the most multi-cultural cities in the world. 

Just not for aliens.