Jodhpur city, Rajasthan, India
Well, it's finally happened...I've gotten sick. But in a terribly Panglossian way - I mean, yes, the illness is awful but it truly is for the best that it happened once I'd got to Jodhpur, where the hotel has an in-house doctor who has sterilized needles (I got an anti-nausea shot this morning so I could keep the other meds down, joy) and not on the train or out in the middle of the desert.
Jodhpur is still in the desert, but not like the huts we were staying in in the village we were at two nights ago, with thatched roofs and sand dunes. Just, you know, not much rain. And yes, this is where the funny riding pants get their name.
In any case, I was saying...things have truly been charmed this trip, despite some setbacks. The horror stories we are hearing from other travellers make our own occasional minor setbacks (of which there have been very few) seem completely inconsequential. A group of friends we met in Jaisalmer missed their plane yesterday when the train in front of them derailed, killing fifty. So, you know, life could be much worse. And the bug is just a stomach bug, not Japanese Encephalitis B, my new horror disease. You don't get the immunization for that unless you're here for more than a month, but it's the sort of sickness nightmares are made of. So, YAY for just minor G.I. problems, I say.
Himself is out seeing what is supposed to be a truly amazing fort and palace, and then tomorrow we will hop on the train for that 52-hour ride to Cochin, with a two-train transfer in Mumbai. As I understand it, after that it will be tea and relatives, tea and relatives, and hopefully I will pick up some Indian cooking while I'm down there, so that I can share the joy of the trip when I return.
I'm missing home a bit - it's hard to be away from the dogs, and I love the holidays with my family and baking with my mother - but how often can I take a month off and travel halfway around the world? I'm glad I chose to come, just wistful sometimes. Cake...eat. Cake...eat. Difficult decisions.
Will torture you all with endless stories and photographs on my return.
Jodhpur is still in the desert, but not like the huts we were staying in in the village we were at two nights ago, with thatched roofs and sand dunes. Just, you know, not much rain. And yes, this is where the funny riding pants get their name.
In any case, I was saying...things have truly been charmed this trip, despite some setbacks. The horror stories we are hearing from other travellers make our own occasional minor setbacks (of which there have been very few) seem completely inconsequential. A group of friends we met in Jaisalmer missed their plane yesterday when the train in front of them derailed, killing fifty. So, you know, life could be much worse. And the bug is just a stomach bug, not Japanese Encephalitis B, my new horror disease. You don't get the immunization for that unless you're here for more than a month, but it's the sort of sickness nightmares are made of. So, YAY for just minor G.I. problems, I say.
Himself is out seeing what is supposed to be a truly amazing fort and palace, and then tomorrow we will hop on the train for that 52-hour ride to Cochin, with a two-train transfer in Mumbai. As I understand it, after that it will be tea and relatives, tea and relatives, and hopefully I will pick up some Indian cooking while I'm down there, so that I can share the joy of the trip when I return.
I'm missing home a bit - it's hard to be away from the dogs, and I love the holidays with my family and baking with my mother - but how often can I take a month off and travel halfway around the world? I'm glad I chose to come, just wistful sometimes. Cake...eat. Cake...eat. Difficult decisions.
Will torture you all with endless stories and photographs on my return.
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