A famous person may or may not have once said, "Only two things are infinite - the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former." Sorry Mr. Einstein, but you'll have to add one more thing, because if the length of time I spent on possibly the most grotty Indian toilet in all of Delhi isn't close to infinite, then nothing else is.
Delhi Belly had truly gotten to me 10 days into the journey. Stall number 1 from the right in the toilet block of gate 2 in Palika Bazar will forever hold many precious memories, the most prominent being my (extremely) intimate relationship with the Taj Mahal. Squatting, legs burning, no toilet paper in sight, the indescribable smell... I stayed there for an eternity praying for my dear friends Alex and Chris to return with 'the goods,' while Will stayed, giving me much appreciated company and support.Imagine my despair when they returned with the news, "We couldn't find any toilet paper." Luckily (I guess), another trip around the bazar lead to them returning.. with a t-shirt.. with the Taj Mahal on it. I was told it was that, or a shirt with the Indian flag on it.
Good choice guys.
I apologise to the whole of India for the rather incorrect use of the t-shirt.
Just another unique experience India has to offer.
Ivan
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