Well it’s been fun India, but so long. I’ll miss your cheap prices, friendly faces, chai and food, but not your touts, beggars, garbage everywhere or lack of infrastructure. I guess I have the love/hate relationship that many foreigners who visit India have.

The last few months we’ve been trying to decide what to do after this trip, on the fence between going back to Canada or going back to China. I guess the best way to decide is to just buy a damned plane ticket and be done with it, so we got tickets to Hong Kong.

As a going away present, India decided to give me a case of Delhi belly at the last minute. I thought China gave me a stomach of steel since I’ve been immune to any intestinal issues since I arrived in India, but I guess not. So, I got to spend a lot of time enjoying the interior of the New Delhi Airport washroom before the plane left.

As a bit of a disgusting side note, the airport mens washroom – while very clean – was pretty awful. There were about 20 stalls, all full (which was something, considering the airport was not that busy), horribly unhealthy flatulent sounds echoing through the large concrete room, men groaning in agony, 5 cleaners who seemed dedicated to the toilets. The guy in the stall next to me kept breathing heavily and saying “Oh my god…”