London, England or as I like to call it "most expensive place on earth!" I stepped off of my flight to find the only way to get to the city centre is a train costing 30 dollars. Thank you, London. Next was a subway ticket to get to my hotel, 10 dollars. Thank you, London. Walking in to see a very expensive hotel room that was paid for by British Airways, Priceless. This room is so nice with the wood cabinets and flatscreen tv. Not to mention air conditioning and a queen size bed. It feels so nice at this point of my journey that I can't even explain. I talked to the reception girl, who happened to be indian, about a nice Indian food restaraunt in the area. She told me I had to go to this one around the corner and it is cheap. How was I gonna argue with her, she is indian. Anyways, I headed on over and took my seat. A nice little lady handed me a menu' and laughed when she saw the look on my face. To be honest, I have never really been to an indian restaurant. So she recommended some dishes and I said ok. Then she asked if I wanted mild or spicy. When in Rome. Spicy it is. A couple of minutes past and then she emerged from behind me with a large plate of 6 smaller bowls placed on top. She kindof explained what to eat with what and where to begin but I zoned out as I stared in the flourescent coloured dishes. So bright I could see the hotness to the dishes. What was I getting myself into. First one I tried slowly and it wasn't too bad. One by one I moved from dish to dish with the most amazing flavours to ever hit my mouth. And slowly the dishes were getting hotter. I was eating for almost 10 minutes before I noticed I was sweating. My nose started to run but I could not slow down. It was too amazing. The waitress gave me a smile and I suddenly felt like Rueben from "along came polly" I paid my tab and finished my water. It was like I accomplished a huge mountain or something. I walked outside and started to strut like I was in Saturday Night Fever. Then the Indian food hit me and I started to walk like a woman 8 months pregnant. I made to my hotel room and powdered my nose for a half hour. When I jumped on my huge bed and flicked on the Flat screen, I noticed that britain had their own Paradise Island show on and became engulfed. Slowly I drifted off to sleep and awoke an hour later. Tomorrow is a new day and should involve anything that does not cost money. London is Calling.