Goodbye!
The bike is packed and I’m flying home
Save the Rest for Last
Leftover photos from Southern India :)
Girl with the Scar
This is the most poorly crafted meal I’ve had in India, and it’s not because I’m sick. I’ve scanned all of Chennai, only to find heavily spiced vegetarian food on every street corner. I just wanted soup—-this viscous chow was the best I could do.
India’s Answer to Nicki Minaj and Pitbull
Their Pitbull is pretty good…Their Nicki Minaj could use a little work.
Bill, please
In Ecuador, I learned to verify a price before ordering anything.
In India, I learned to verify a price AND PAY before ordering anything.
Otherwise you’ll be taken for a ride.
You’ll be served something different from what you ordered, items will be put on your plate without your permission.
All of this will cost money. Extra money.
It doesn’t matter how nice the waiter seems——the bill will always be more once you finish eating.
Now, they’ll try to convince you to pay later. “No, no, sit down. Don’t worry about it.”
No.
Pay now.
Or forever hold your rupees
Tamil Nadu
The guy at the pharmacy laughs at me when I ask if they sell adult diapers. It’s time to see a doctor here in Panruti.
Zadie Smith, White Teeth
“…because that land they call ‘India’ goes by a thousand names and is populated by millions, and if you think you have found two men the same amongst that multitude, then you are mistaken. It is merely a trick of the moonlight.”
Heaven on Earth
Gokarna, India
I’m weak—-I got worms in my gut.
Last night I awoke in a puddle of my own bloody stool. I’m running on fumes, and my hotel room certainly smells of it. A doctor’s visit is long overdue, but I don’t know where a hospital is in Panruti and I’m too weak to find out.
I need to do a food run. I’d kill for soda and saltine crackers right about now—-the thought of drinking more of those rehydration salts makes me want to vomit. After emptying myself one last time in the bathroom, I make a mad dash for the elevator.
I’m a ticking time bomb in the worst way possible.
