The Spiciest Food of My Life

After seeing the Birla Temple, we headed to a different restaurant called Orri's for dinner.  It was a neat atmosphere that looked like the India Jones ride at Disneyland on the inside.  We ate heartily there and I must have bitten right into a chilly because I was stopped cold (or hot I should say) in my tracks with eating the rest of the meal.  My mouth was on fire... and it was worse than anything I have ever experienced in terms of spicy food.  I recovered after about 15 minutes of pain and water dousing and finished a little of my food. 

Later in the evening, our driver Srinu took us off to a night club.  David couldn't get in with his sandals so we hand to do some wily shoe swapping to get all of us in the bar.  The music was great... a blast from the past, and Franklin hooked it up with a couple of Scottish girls whom I could barely understand.  In fact, after about 5 times of one of them saying her name, we only understood Carlick, but that can't be it.  Liz was also there, adding to the femininity of the place, which was dearly lacking, and wearing the low cut shirt that I bought for her.  Liz also dressed me up nicely in a nice Indian style shirt she got at the mall that day.  We must have been looking smart because some dude took about 5 pictures of us to publish somewhere (and I hope it's somewhere reputable).  I guess they like white people because nobody else in the group got such attention.