...I got sick. Delhi belly. Food poisoning. Traveler's diarrhea. Call it what you will, all I know is, it sucks. It especially sucked when it started during our overnight 10 hour train ride from Mumbai south to Goa. What a delightful experience, trying to use a squatter toilet on a fast-moving train in the middle of the night. Ah, India. Hopefully I'm almost over it, it's only supposed to last about 36 hours, right? Well, this is day 3, the vomiting was only on the first day (neon yellow, cool, huh?), but I still can't venture too far away from my bathroom. Luckily we're at the beach and have no itinerary so I've just been lying in my private beach hut ($6/night, not too shabby!) during the day with the fan on full blast, taking many many cold showers and occasionally venturing out for some food (prepared as bland as they can make it) from the restaurant next door. I've still managed to meet some nice friendly people, though, mostly drunk or stoned British men but also the occasional friendly Canadian and overly friendly Nepalese waiter. Maybe it's for the best, though, if you're gonna get sick, might as well do it at the party beach. It's keeping me away from the alcohol, anyway...
It was bound to happen. I couldn't push my luck any further, traveling for 6.5 months and never getting sick was just too good to be true. Sigh. Think I'm gonna run to the bathroom now.
