Trip Start Jul 25, 2011
25Trip End Sep 01, 2011
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After spending the morning at the beautiful National Museum I started getting very worried about it and went immediately to a clinic suggested by both my hostel and my guidebook. My best friend suggested me that it's the karma that is striking me after talking so bad about India, so that the third eye the locals are looking at for the whole time is actually growing for real.
Of course the monsoon didn't agree with the plan and it decided to slow me down even more. And when I say monsoon I mean it. It rained for more than two hours and basically the entire road became a swimming pool. Complete madness, the cars were using a fraction of the original paved road, leaving just the knee-deep part of it to us pedestrians. Of course you might ask "why didn't you take a rickshaw?". Because they were running to the opposite direction only.
This just made me more determined to get it done. I basically walked in a pool of brown water for thirty minutes until finally getting to the clinic. At least I was wearing shortpants and sandals, my poor shoes have already been through too much to survive this as well.
The Doctor was very friendly and polite, he immediately recognized the problem and sent me to his assistants that pierced the stye and wrapped it. Good that I'm not going through Dubai or Singapore customs aftert this! Now I have 2 bags of pills: one of antibiotics for the eye, another of multivitamins and lactic acid because I probably looked pityful. And the locals seem to find my new Captain Hook outfit very interesting.
After spending just 20 euros (hopefully refunded by my travel insurance), I met a couple of Spanish travellers out of the building; the young lady had a bacterial infection of some kind to the stomach. She didn't speak much English but her boyfriend was very fluent and we spoke for a while about how our travels were going. A couple of phrases got stuck in my head since then.
"We have travelled in Asia for years and seen poverty and problems even worse, but that's not what troubles you. It's the lack of manners of the people. Everybody is aggressive, doesn't behave and doesn't respect anyone else. The piles of garbage and the constant clacson noise are a problem of egoism and horrible manners. India could be the best tourist destination in the world but the people here are destroying it".
The last phrase left me truly speechless and I just didn't know how to answer. At last they got tired of waiting for the rickshaw driver that they paid (and just left them there) and left after warm wishes of good luck and happy travels.
Later this day I went online and rescheduled my itinerary, which is significantly shorter. I scrapped Pushkar, Jodhpur and Varanasi, also anticipated my flight to Kathmandu of 2 weeks.
India, you are beautiful but my mind and now my body as well want to leave. Heading to Bikaner tomorrow, hope to find a way to
Amritsar from there or just head back straight to Delhi airport on my flight to Nepal.
Life experiences are good and make you grow up and all that stuff but I came here for a holiday after all, today I honestly thought I died on the flight to Delhi and this is some kind of hell.
Sorry if this offends anyone but this is how I feel right now.