Damn! I was so proud of having survived 5.5 weeks in India without getting food poisoning! Until yesterday that it... I had some scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast from the snazzy hotel I was staying at, and 1 hour later, when standing in line for the shrine at the Golden Temple, I started feeling very nauseous. Frantically I looked around for a convenient spot to vomit, but not surprisingly there was none. I'm sure the koi carps in the pond surrounding the shrine would have had a feast on my leftovers, but my pride stopped me from desecrating this holy place. Instead I rushed back to the hotel, and vomited in their fancy lobby bathroom. Then I tried to blend in into the walls, looking innocent, as I watched the hotel manager ordering the cleaners to unclog the sink. Oops.
I vomited twice more, once whilst on the train to Delhi, after that I decided to start myself on some antibiotics and oral salt replacements. I'm SOO glad that I was travelling first class, it meant that the toilets were at least somewhat decent. And I wouldn't be surprised if the hotel poisoned me on purpose, as a revenge for blowing up on the manager the day before. It is ironic that I get food poisoning from the poshest place I've stayed in during my trip, Hotel City Heart in Amritsar, which also is the only hotel where I've found cockroaches in the bathroom.
I haven't vomited since last night, but I'm still feeling nauseous whenever I try to eat, I'm just crossing my fingers that I'll be ok over the next 24 hours, I can't think of anything worse than being sick on the flight home.
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