New Delhi

When I woke up this morning I was sicker than I ever remember I've been. It's something about those Indian stomach disorders that really shuts down your system. Last time I was in India I was ill for more than two months after I left the country.

Anyway, yesterday I managed to buy a last-minute ticket on a flight to New Delhi, since I realized the option of taking a bus for 14 hours with a 'bad stomach' wasn't really an option. I was really nervous that they would cancel the flight, because they do that quite often because of bad visibility. When I was in the taxi going down the serpentine road leaving Dharamsala, I felt I was panicking by the idea of not being able to leave for some reason. My fever took the last courage away. All of a sudden I just wanted to get away from the dirt, the mold, the smell, the food that made me so ill...you can imagine my relief when the plane took off! When I arrived to New Delhi a driver from The Imperial Hotel picked me up at the airport, with a cold aroma oil towel, spring water and AC. I was in heaven!

Now I'm in a bed with clean sheets, had a dinner that I was able to keep in my body, had some antibiotics and my fever has gone down, and I'm going to have the best sleep in a very long time...