40 miles from Pakistan
Imagine riding on a camel.
Bouncing along the hot hard desert floor
With a raging case of Delhi Belly.
It’s one of those things I can look back on now and smile, but believe me it was pretty darned unpleasant at the time.
An excerpt from my travel journal dated 1.29.09 – A Camel Safari Through the Desert…With Delhi Belly
Shortly after our alarm went off at 6:45am, I realized that there was absolutely no way I could spend the day bouncing up and down on a camel, as I officially had my first case of Delhi Belly…cramping, nausea, the whole nine yards, and I spent most of the day in bed. Fortunately, our local guesthouse was very understanding and allowed us to push the safari back a day for only a $3 per person food fee. Well, the next morning came and I felt a little better, so off we went.
Unfortunately, by the time we got to the sand dunes, Carrie had officially joined me in sick land…population: us! We spent a little while wandering around, but eventually sat down on a thin blanket on the flat land at the base of the dunes to watch the sunset and try and not jostle our stomachs. After another Indian meal that we could barely eat (rice, potatoes and chapati, which is a tortilla-esque flat bread), we huddled up by the small campfire and taught our guides how to play Rummy 500 before heading off to bed, tucked in by the guides and bundled up under four wool blankets each, and that still barely kept us warm overnight.
The stars were amazing and only got better as the night went on…or so Carrie tells me, as she kept waking up and looking at them while I zzz’ed the night away.
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A Camel Safari Through the Desert…With Delhi Belly
For the comments…what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done with a case of Delhi Belly: aka, Montezuma’s Revenge.