Out

I haven't been able to post because I have been stuck in a weird-ass desert town with no phones (again, the floods are to blame). No phones means no internet - Indian desert towns aren't exactly hip to wifi yet. Or anything other than dial-up, for that matter.

So much has happened since my last post that I don't even know where to begin, and I don't actually think I'm going to tell thqt tale just yet. It will have to wait for when I return and am NOT sitting in someone's living room that acts as a pseudo-internet cafe.

Let's just say that after K and I got stranded in the desert during our camel safari, literally miles and miles away from civilisation, and K started vomiting non-stop for several hours, we decided we had had enough. We had to hike back to a road (that was also rather jacked due to the floods) and flag down a jeep full of young guys who then drove us to the nearest city. From there, K was able to rest for the next day with a bucket next to her, while we bemoaned our situation.

From day one, this trip has been cursed. It has nothing - or very little - to do with India itself. But we have been doing everything we can to remain as positive as possible, and yesterday's nightmare was so overwhelming that we are just DONE. Officially finished. I cannot find any enthusiasm for this trip any more and am just dying to get home at this point.

Together, we both decided we would like to get back to Delhi as soon as possible, and to leave India at the earliest flight available. Why spend four days waiting around Delhi - spending money for hotel and what not - when I can change my flight for 100 euros? This was a hard thing to accept, as neither of us are the type who give up easily. I have never come home from a vacation early. I have never had a terrible trip.

But this one? It's been bad.