A trip to the hospital

Bernd and I were relatively healthy for the first 4.5 months of this trip but last week we succumbed to so-called “Delhi Belly”. I suppose it had to happen at some point, so I tried to accept it with good grace. After procuring some antibiotics at a street pharmacy (I can never get enough of the Asian “no questions asked” drug dispensing policy) I waited for it to pass. Sadly it did not. Bernd was definitely on the mend 4 days later, while I was still exhibiting all of the classic symptoms (I’ll spare you the details). Continue reading