Operation New Destination

I am lucky enough to know people that know people here in London. I was desperate to go off on my own after two days with my honeymooner couple. I itched to wander around and take photos and get lost and find my way back. After waking up to being completely alone I decided I needed to make my way to a new destination. Thanks to M, my savior I found a new home for the time being. It took about half an hour of descriptive directions and about 3 maps on how to figure out the tube. So here I go packing up my 80 lb luggage and preparing my mini journey to kensington. Again with no phone, a mini guide of the tube, an address and one phone number. I trucked to the nearest tube station while taking breaks at every corner. I had no guide just memory of where I've been the day before. I really thought about ditching my luggage not because I felt like my arms were going to fall off, and my hands started to callas, oh and the jabbing pain in the side of leg thanks to the pulling handle. Because I felt eyes burning on me like I was wearing a sign that shouted "TOURIST". I tried my best to just smile at everyone and to keep my mouth shut and make my way thru the crowds. It took only two transitions to finally reach my destination. Now to walk or not to walk. I hailed a cab... without hesitation. M wasn't going to home till around 7 and it was 10 till 7. It's took about 3 trips up and down the street to finally decided to jump out and try and find it on my own. The cab man offered to call for me and unfortunately there wasn't an answer. So I thanked the man and he wished me the best. Which has been exchanged more than once with me. I don't know why people are wishing me my best. It's like they know what I am doing. I wonder... Anyways I made it to the beautiful flat and was it oh so sweet. Finally... Welcome to London!!! First thing is first the night was young and we all had the same idea.. London clubs and stiff drinks. First destination Tiger Tiger. Three words.. shots...trendy beats... and moving feet! (Okay so one over) I have never had so much fun just dancing and dancing. Unfortunately it doesn't matter who you are with or what you are doing.. you are still going to stick out like a sore thumb. People kept asking me where I was from and I kept telling them," I'm from Canada eh!" Trust me that doesn't work. First of all if you are going to tell someone you are from Canada at least do your research and know what city you are from. I failed miserably and I don't think they bought it. Learned my lesson.. buy a map! It was definitely a fun first real night out in London. A taste of the night life! Now more exploring!!