EXCEPT when your co-workers and you have contracted a 48 hour stomach virus and your sharing one toilet among the three of you.
My co-workers and I traveled a bit this past week. On the train ride home, I held my friend Che's hair back as she vomited 20 times on an Indian train--a fact that will most likely scar her for life. The other passengers on the train weren't too hesitant to hide their disgust. It was one of the rare times that I was thankful to not understand Hindi. I knew it was really bad when one mother shielded her young daughter's eyes as they passed by.
Two hours later, after we reached home, the virus struck my friend Stefanie. And, alas! Two hours later it was my turn. So for the last 48 hours, the three of us have been surviving on Sprite, sleep and Rogers & Hammerstein musicals.
I'm told that this is part of the experience of living in South Asia. Glad to know I'm fully immersed.
