15th September 2014 – Kochi, India
Dehydration has taken its toll on me, and I stand drained. No more strength to stand, ride, walk, or for christ’s sake, to even bend. There are many things they say about India, not everything is true. I don’t know about fairies or leprechauns, but the delhi belly is no legend.
I had a simple plan last night. To wake up early morning, and ride to the beautiful tea plantations of Munnar. Nowadays, whenever I make simple plans, I get scared. I have previous experiences of how they fail every time.
I could have gotten up early morning, if it was not for the dozen times that I had wake up during the night to rush to the toilet. And by the morning, I figured out the obvious. I was having some sort of food poisoning. This can’t BE!! I am an Indian, and I should have developed an immunity for this long ago! But looks like I have been out of the country for a while now, and it shows on my health.
So, I did ride in the morning. But not to Munnar. I rode to a Nursing clinic in Fort Kochi, where the doctor gave me tablets for a few different things, an advice (“drink loads of water”), and even a joke (“you will be corked up by tonight!”). The only time I left home today after that, was for lunch in the Fort Kochi area. And since I have to keep this project running, hung around the Rajasthani vendors, selling ethnic wares near Kochi’s M.G Beach.
Taking the picture was easy, but typing this post. Oh, that was a story in itself.