My iron stomach has finally met it’s match. I’m not sure what I ate that’s disagreeing with me so violently, but at the moment I just want to crawl under a rock and stay there for the rest of the day.

Anand notices that my homesickness has kicked in with a vengeance and suggests contacting the airline to determine if it would be possible to return home and day or two early.

Anand and I head into work but I’m so dizzy and ill that I leave after 6 hours. I head back to the hotel to down some Pepto Bismal and get some more sleep.

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