It was bound to happen at some point

I suppose it wouldn't have been a complete experience in India without getting sick at least once. Since this morning I've been exploding vile wastes from my body. The timing is just perfect, really. The Special Meetings end, during which I got to meet the Dalai Lama, and work starts to slow up a bit.

My neighbors in Victoria House took such good care of me. Azay made me tea, and Guruji gave me papaya, which really is a miracle fruit for the stomach. I'm a sworn believer now. I watched Tom and Jerry cartoons with Khenrab, who still laughs at them like he's six years old on a Saturday morning. There was also a lot of REALLY great movies playing. Like Rambo and The Terminator!. That kept me occupied for about five minutes.

And word travels fast in a small town. Especially a one-bar town. I get a call from one friend to go out, but said no, I was sick. Within ten minutes, about ten people had called me to say they heard I was ill and could they do anything for me. Fortunately, it turned out to be only food poisoning and within about 12 hours was feeling better.

Thank goodness for good friends, cartoons, and Indian biscuits.