One of my biggest fears of traveling to India was getting sick. There are many names for TD, Delhi Belly, Montezuma's Revenge, and so on. Before I left the US I ate as much spicy food as I could to build my tolerance to the heat, but I knew I could not build my tolerance to the microbes. But I was not going to let it stop me from enjoying the trip, so I ate street food in Delhi, had a communal dinner sitting in the sand eating with my hands in Rajasthan, and had the spiciest dinner I could find in Agra. For a week and a half, no problems. But yesterday I had a seafood pizza on the beach in Pondicherry, the cleanest city I have been in yet in India. I regretted it seven hours later. It was a rough night, but after a light breakfast I am feeling much better. I am now going to tour the french quarter, and the churches of Pondi, I'll post pictures tonight.
I'm so sorry! Glad you're feeling better.
ReplyDeleteToo funny, the story is the same when you travel. Surprised it took you so long - you with a cast iron stomach.
ReplyDeleteI'm suprised it took so long..glad you';re feeling better now.
ReplyDeleteWho would've thought it would be pizza?
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