First, the elephant in the room: Woking has a giant, 30-foot tall statue of an alien from The War of the Worlds. Yes, H.G. Wells lived here, and the town is weirdly proud of it. You can’t move for Martian-themed street art and a spaceship-shaped footbridge.
Walking under that tripod every morning feels less like a commute and more like an episode of Doctor Who. It’s surprisingly fun to watch tourists take selfies with a metal Martian while you’re just trying to get a coffee.
The Train to… Everywhere
Woking’s superpower is its 29-minute train ride to London Waterloo. That’s faster than you can finish a Netflix episode. Commuters love this, but the station itself is a chaotic, human pinball machine at rush hour.
Pro tip: avoid the 8:15 AM train unless you enjoy being armpit-to-armpit with a man eating a sad croissant. However, on a quiet Sunday, the trains are almost pleasant, and you can literally be in central London before your hangover kicks in.
If you drive, the M25 is a nightmare dressed in concrete and tail lights. But honestly, in Woking, you take the train. It’s the law of the land.
