[Sorry, I know this post is out of order but I did a bunch of posts in Word to be uploaded when I got to the internet and I forgot to put this one up]
Finally…a chance to just sit and do nothing. I played around on the computer for a while looking at photos and playing some games. In about 20 minutes I go to meet my teammates to prepare for tonight’s lecture. My throat is sore and I have a bad cough, bronchial, but at least the fever has not returned. I still have no appetite though. I almost feel sick when I think of Indian food and I have a craving for a good American egg salad sandwich with cheese fries on the side. That or an ordinary veggie burger. Or a bowl of Ramen noodles, spaghetti and marinara, French toast, anything but curry. By the way, what Americans think of as curry is not really curry. Here in India “curry” is any spicy sauce that is usually mixed with vegetables. It can be red or yellow. Curry is just a mix of spices, not the yellow powder we are used to in America.
Another thing is tea. When you ask for tea it comes with milk in it; buffalo milk. Now buffalo aren’t like the American Bison, they are cow-like in appearance but have thick horns that go off the back of their heads. Water buffalo is the closest I can come to. The milk is very different than cow’s milk and is thicker and stronger. When you receive your tea, which has been brewed by boiling the leaves dropped in the water, not a tea bag, it is very hot. You can burn your tongue or wait for it to cool at which time it will develop a skin on it from the buffalo milk.