My last full day in Udaipur had come all too soon. I spent a good part of the day at Nirmal’s shop with him and Pushker, watching Nirmal do business with a parade of people who came and went.
Several people also stopped in to say goodbye and wish me a safe journey home.
Suddenly some loud music brought us to our feet to curiously peer out the shop door, wondering what was happening outside. It was a wedding procession.
Life in Udaipur is a never ending parade. There’s always something interesting going on.
You can have a good time just hanging out with your friends. That’s all I did that day. After dinner we had one last get together at the rooftop restaurant at the Island Tower Hotel.
The following day I was to fly back to Delhi, stay overnight then return to DC. Woke up feeling sick. Soon after getting up, I was throwing up and having diarrhea. You travel, and — sooner or later — it happens. I couldn’t reach Nirmal, who was going to take me to the airport, but the guy at the Mewar Haveli front desk very kindly went to a nearby pharmacy and got me some medicine. Getting sick while traveling alone in India is no cause for panic. Someone will help you. India is like that.
I was glad to have a full day in Delhi to recover before flying home, even though I spent most of it in bed in the hotel.
Now that I’m back in the states, I miss India and my Indian friends very much. But, like Arnold, I’ll be back.
































