Three weeks in India -- Day Seventeen
Alas, I'm down to just tonight and tomorrow night. On Friday night the wireless will go out, I'll grab a taxi to the airport around 10:30PM, wait on hellish lines, and finally fly out at 2:00AM for Frankfurt. I wish I could go out with a bang but it feels much more like a whimper at the moment.
I've been on a roller coaster of sorts since Saturday, alternating bad (or at least not so good) days with good (or at least not so bad) days. Today was was a trough and I'm probably going to take the advice of a co-worker who's made this trip -- she said she only started feeling better when she didn't eat food for 24 hours. Grrrrrrr. Is beer food?
Fortunately I've got some chicken cup-a-soup sent in a care package during the first week when I had that nasty cold, and I figure to have some of that tonight.
Don't get me wrong -- I'm not incapacitated or anything. But I want to feel better for the trip back, which is exhausting enough. Besides, I understand Lufthansa won't allow passengers to spend the flight in the restrooms since they aren't equipped with seatbelts.