I'm finally feeling better, the antibiotics did the trick with the stomach bug and I've managed to have a WHOLE plate of rice without vomiting. Wohoo!
I'm in Brina and Matt's apartment, watching mind-numbing television and killing my last few hours in India before my flight at 5 am. Matt met me at the train station last night, and on the drive back we came across a horrific motorcycle accident, where the two riders were lying several meters away from the crumbled pieces of the bike. Sirens were signalling the approach of an ambulance and several other people were milling around the motionless riders. As terrible as the accident was, I'm actually even more surprised that I haven't seen more of them, and everytime I've been on a bus I'm sure my heart has skipped a beat or two on numerous occasions.
I'm flying via Istanbul, with only an hour between flights, which will probably mean that I'll miss my connection and get stuck in Istanbul, which is a great city, but I'm really not in the mood for more cultural explorations at the moment. I just want to have my bed and my mum's food.
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