I awoke after a rough night to tell Mr. Om that I could not eat the breakfast they were having and they fixed me an omelette and butter toast with chai tea. It seemed to sooth me. I was better as it warmed up and Mr. Om talked me into going over to Dhikala for a safari ride through the park.
I slept in as best I could and a quick around my little part of Delhi.
My driver and bellhop scoop me up and on to the Old Delhi train station.
The people were nice an a young Indian couple had gotten on the wrong train. The train was an hour and a half late and my driver was there scooping me up. The staff made me dinner at 11:00 pm at night. They were great.
I realized that being this sick I would do better to go to a town of bigger size. I had seen two doctors available on a sign at the gas station in Ramnagar when I left there for “Jim Corbett” the Indian way the park is called. It made no sense to me to go further away from help at a Himalayan hill station at Nainital. I had asked Mr. Om to take me to The TAJ Resort in North Ramnagar.
I was able to get a nice cottage room for the 4 nights I needed. The staff was very sympathetic to my problems and made every effort to ensure I was well taken care. I called Mariella for the formulation in a plan to come home when I was better. My med-surgery room.
My mini hospital for 4 days. I know rough.
My first day had me eating and drinking but really no better and still really sick. Second day I was not improving and my abdominal cramping continued. The second morning I asked a local physician to see me at the hotel. He changed my Cipro and Imodium to Norfloxacin with Zantac and as necessary medications for the cramping. He also used some homeopathic medications as well. He had the staff start me on a bland style of Indian food and a salt, sugar, lemon and bottled water solution. It began to work. Sleeping quite a bit. Day 2 did have me at the Jiva Spa for a complimentary head massage. It was gooood.
Aura Resort was very nice.
I have not been blogging because I became very sick at Corbett National Park. I changed my plans and came to a 5 star resort near the entrance of the park to convalesce. I had started the antibiotic I had before leaving the park. I saw a local physician and he changed some things and had me going back in right direction. The staff has been very understanding. Leaving Delhi Friday night. I look forward to recovering some time at home. India really knocked me out. I am of course, disappointed but there will be other opportunities for big adventures and I WILL BE THERE including a 2020 C2C Northern tier crossing of the USA with some of my crazy good riding friends from C2C 2016. I will update the blog when home. I have some pictures in my brother’s Nikon.
Peace out Namaste Tres
It was a beautiful cool evening in Ruskin with the commish.
Met a merchant marine captain, Guarov Gupta,that was going home to Punjab. We starting talking about everything and I told him of my bike trip. He practiced a form of scientific meditation in week long courses at Brahman Kumaris Academy at Mt. Abu. I will be near there on a day off and will visit there for a half day. Guarov subscribed to my blog. Great guy.
8500 miles. Bad lines at passport control. The travel agent that arranged my pre trip met me at the airport, Abdullah Khan of Travelogy India. He was helpful and got me travel vouchers and to my hotel.
After a full family Noche Buena, yesterday, Mariella and I have developed a Christmas tradition of paddling from the back yard and eating a picnic lunch on a sand beach on a Mangrove island outside the Little Manatee River. I had the boat in.
Worst part is after a little nap we had to leave. Happy Holidays to all our great family and friends. Last year’s comment of “ a man without real friend’s knows true poverty” still seems to ring so true and be so far from our lives. Thank you all for that.
In usual fashion I was a little forgetful and forgotten that the bike fest was 2 days instead of 3. I was early did a beautiful 40 miler on “friendly Fridays” club ride with The Highland Peddlers.
I was treated like a VIP. The club could not have been nicer and supportive. The Highland Peddlers are the reason that there is a twice yearly bike weekends in Sebring and they are naturally proud and rightfully so of the beautiful bike routes.
Big group on Saturday.