It happened....

......Delhi Belly has struck.............NOT ME!!!! My travelling partner has been struck down with the mother of all belly bugs. I would like to take this moment to point my finger at my family and sing "Na na na na na, I'm not sick". You see lovely readers, my family has this pre-conveived notion about me that I am a sickly creature, prone to all illnesses and maladies. Not so! My guts are made of iron apparently, because living side by side with Claudia as she curses and monopolises the bathroom have found me, five days later, fit as a fiddle. And still craving curry, much to Claudia's disgust.

Something else to stump everyone, I have been vegetarian for 10 days and counting. "What's this, the woman who could consume 1kg of chicken for dinner is vegetables only?" I know, but it's so easy to be vegetarian here. When I go down south I will definately be incorperating seafood into my diet, but for now I really feel the difference in my health from my dieat and excercise.

I am living in my Aladdin pants right now. I got three pairs here, literally giant balloon pants that gather at the calf just like off the movie Aladdin. So cool and airy.

As Clauds lay in our room flicking through the 42 channels on television, all in Hindi, I was being chauffered around town by two locals, and I did it local style. Two bulking lads and then me on a motorcyle, the traffic is crazy here so I spent the whole time clutching on for dear life. When it became truly scary I adopted the game plan from my childhood, close your eyes and if you can't see it it doesn't exist. Worked like a charm and fun too!!

Had a great night out last night with the two guys, Claudia, and two awesome American ladies we met here. Went to a village set up to be a traditional Rajhastani village with traditional dancing and music, Henna, dinner, elephant and camel rides, women who walk on knives and glass, it was gold! Still can't get used to the fact that there are elephants and camels walking down the street here, so common people don't even look twice.

Funniest thing, when we were riding in an autorickshaw the driver was navigating the full on craziness that is Indian roads laughing maniacly, playing chicken with a bus and thinking it was funny to race up behind the cows on the street screaming like a fire truck. The guy was clearly insane, so Claudia and I instantly liked him. When turning to chat with us at one point Claudia and I both wordlessly screamed and pointed as he nearly hit a cyclist. He waggled his head and said with his thick Indian accent, "Don't worry.....chicken curry" I nearly laughed up a lung

xoxo
Sim