The dreaded Delhi Belly

It had to happen, it was just a matter of who was going to get it. PD woke up at 0330 this morning and had to rush to the washroom. Many hours of sickness followed for the poor lad which left him quite drained and tired.

The rest of us are very, very tired as well. I was reading earlier posts and there are parts where the grammar goes to hell. This is a sure sign of my mental fatigue.

But on to the day that just passed. The one thing that does blow me away is that while there are tons of touts and people looking to make a buck off of us, there are also some lovely lovely people as well. This morning MT and I decided to just walk in a random direction, and ended up chatting with a wonderful local sports reporter for a Hindi news paper who was headed in the same direction. As we started to talk with him we must have appeared wary (mostly because we were). He saw this straight away and was laughing as he was saying that he is not trying to sell anything. He told me some great stories about his daily life, his girlfriend, his job and the struggles that a young person faces in Delhi all while he waited with us as we got our money changed. We also discussed cricket. I do feel for MT because the guy switched to Hindi completely, and because my brain is hardwired to speak in the language I am spoken to I followed suit. Sorry MT.

Nothing too interesting till the afternoon. You see we were supposed to head to Shimla this evening by train. I will not bore you with details, but I will say this. The only entity that could have designed such a counter intuitive train ticket booking system which works for millions but confounds just as many millions has to be god. Thus, I am officially believing in God, because this is proof that God exists. Oh wait, proof denies belief and without belief God cannot exist. Uh-oh....religious dilema.  And since I have just proven that god cannot exist, god decided to punish me with no trip to Shimla. Sorry PD and MT. We are still in Delhi because I pissed the Big G off.

But this is really a blessing, a very poorly executed one, but a blessing regardless. This allows us to get some valuable sleep. This also allows PD to recover his strength and for MT and myself to struggle with the massive amounts of people and the cultural intricacies. We can also actually take time to explore Delhi, it's monuments and it's surroundings.

Also I hate the Indian Rail Network.