Worst Fears Realized

My worst fear of traveling in India is that I will have severe diarrhea while on a long train ride. And that happened. Apparently I ate something at the Tibetan restaurant in Sarnath that I should not have eaten. That is why I haven't written in a while. The food poisoning hit shortly after the last post and I barely had the energy to make the 10 foot trip from my bed to the toilet. I had to pay for an extra day at the hotel just to have constant access to a toilet. Things got a little better by the time I got on the train to Delhi. By that time, I only needed to use the toilet every 30 minutes. But I still didn't have the energy to carry my luggage, which is much heavier due to the addition of marble and silk, so I paid porters every step of the way. The good news about the train is that we were in second class, which has no air conditioning. Because of that, the windows are not sealed. Not only do they open, but they don't even close, no matter how hard you try. So there is always ventilation, which is nice. So now I'm in Delhi, and the hospital is closed for the weekend. So we are trying the Irish Cure. I think it was James Joyce who said: "What whiskey and butter won't cure, there's no cure for." Butter would be counterproductive to my current situation, but the whiskey seems to be helping. I have now gone an entire two hours without requiring the toilet. I canceled my trip to Dharamsala, and will relax in Delhi for almost a week before going to Goa. I'll have more later when I have more energy.