So, got into London. I had forgotten how much I loved it here. Sigh.....

I'm staying at The Generator, a drunken student hostel in the Russell Square area, but because I booked through BootsnAll, the price was only £9/nt as opposed to the usual £15-18/nt. I was stoked. Anyway, I had a bunch of chores I had to do, such as ship film home (cost me only £6.03!!) and buy more film (at the London branch of a photo supply store we have in NYC, Calumet).

I decided to revisit the British Museum bc their Egyptian collection was closed when I was here in 1997, and I didn't have time in 2000. WOW, they're Egypt section was almost as good as The Metropolitan in NYC. Impressive. I'm glad I went. Wait, no, their mummy section was closed.... not the whole Egypt section. Anyway, it was amusing bc there was this guy standing in front of the Rosetta Stone showing off to his girlfriend or some girl about how much he knew and was talking COMPLETE SHIT. He had no idea what he was talking about.... It took everything in me to keep my trap shut and let him look smart. It was my good deed for the day.

I then went to dinner at my FAV Indian place in London, Khan's in Bayswater. I love that place and I make everyone go there. Ahhhhh, tasty Indian food......

The next day I went to go see David Blaine. For those of you who have no idea who he is, he's a street magician who has decided to put himself through all these different tests of endurance. At first I wasn't that impressed and I had a conversation with Ewan in Edinburgh about him. Ewan thought he was incredible. I must admit, I am in agreement. He spent a week buried alive in a coffin, then 3 days standing in glacier ice in NYC. However, now he is spending 44 days/nights in a plexiglass box suspended next to the Thames with no food and only water. He hopes to make it until he birthday on October 19th. I hope he makes it.

As I sat there watching him stretch or write in his journal or read, I kept wondering how was going to make it. No food for 44 days? I guess it's possible because there are those monks who meditate for months on end. To make matters worse, a friend of his (or so it seemed) came down and sat under the tent near David and proceeded to eat a big ol' hamburger. It looked like he got the finger from David for it, jokingly. I spoke to one of the guards and he was telling me there is no way for them to communicate with him, and he only has a one way radio in case of an emergency. David tries to conserve his energy and is in the process of slowing down his metabolism. The guard also told me that it was looking a bit windy and if the wind hits 25 mph they have to bring him down because the crane holding him can't take it. I hope that doesn't happen and I hope he makes it through this in one piece.

Anywho, then went to have drinks with Holly, a friend I made through Mel (who I met in China last year). She joined my family and the Barthels family for Thanksgiving to partake in a turkey so big it's ass fell off. It was great to see you Holly and glad to hear about the great new boy you've got yourself! We met up in Leicester Square, and were later met by Nicola, another physio (Holly and Mel are both physios) and we all shared a few drinks. Great fun.

Tomorrow I am off to India, and tonight I am feeling like shit. I thought Delhi Belly would hit me in India, but it's come early so I am heading out now. Write as soon as I can in India!