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.”
Or forever hold your rupees
“…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.”
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.