In London and lovin' it

Arrived at midnight on Monday morning, but took me till 2:15 am to get to Laura's place. Bloody Ryanair and their bloody airports in the middle of nowhere.

When I got to Liverpool Street in London, some dodgy minicab driver tried to rip me off. I was standing in the street, trying to find a cab when this guy walked past, smoking a cigarette. He stopped next to me.
'Need any help? Looking for a taxi?' he asked. 'I'm a taxi driver. Where do you want to go?'
'Tower Hill Underground,' I said. I was a bit sus because there were no cars parked on the road that I could see. 'Where's your cab parked?'
'Just around the corner,' he said. 'So do you want a taxi?'

I asked him how much it would cost.
'15 pounds. My minicab's just around the corner,' he insisted. 'So do you want a ride?'
'That's a bit expensive, isn't it?' I said, slightly sarcastically, because I had a feeling I was already being taken for one. Luckily at that moment, a taxi drove by so I flagged it down. It ended up costing me 8 pounds.

Honestly. Like I was going to go round the corner to some dark alleyway to get ripped off by a stranger from the street.

Other than that, it's been great. Walked around a lot. Decided not to see any of the sights I have to pay for because I'd be broke in two days. Yesterday I walked from St Paul's Cathedral to Oxford Street via Covent Garden (I got lost, took the scenic route). Laura, Vanessa and I had dinner in Chinatown. I'm loading up on as much Asian food as I can get my hands on before I get back to Spain.

Today I went to Camden Markets. My brain feels so relaxed here. I don't have to think and translate before speaking. And I don't have to concentrate when people are speaking to me, to understand.