Poisoned!
Predictably, two weeks into India Voyage III (cause, India, I just don’t know how to quit you), I’m sick again. (For some reason, two weeks is persistantly the crash mark.) But, adding glamour to misery, I am wildly assuming that I was poisoned Slumdog Millionaire style. Which is to say, remember that scene at the Taj where the boys are repackaging nasty, nasty Indian tap water as bottled water and selling it to those unsympathetic Anglo tourist types. Yeah, I suspect that’s kinda how this whole thing went down. Except, obviously, I was a sympathetic Anglo student-tourist type. And yes, after traveling extensively in India, I should know enough to check the seal on the bottle. But alas, carefree, naive tourist-type I remain.
