< Pushkar's awesome street markets
It all started when Clare did a bolt for the toilet whilst jewellery shopping in Pushkar. Then on the way to a restaurant later on Clare's limbs decided to give her grief and so Kristen quickly organised a 'rickshaw' (basically a cart with an Indian man on the front instead of a horse) to cheauffer us into town... You should have seen the looks we were given by the protentious tourists now!! Ha ha - one Aussie guy even looked at us with shame and said 'Bloody Lazy'.
We have been fantasising about being given the situation again and what we would have said and even created a full plan in case we bumped into him again... He was going to cop some abuse and patronising and feel terrible for what he had said and change his ways... Moving on...
She was pretty unwell from there on in but came miraculously good after a vomit in the restaurant followed by some dry toast with good ol' Vegemite (thanks to Barb -Kristens Mum who bought some special travel Vegemite on special a few weeks before leaving).
.............Then it was Kristens turn. Skyting about how she never gets sick on the way home from the market she started to complain of some slight aches and pains (as you do) - by the time we were back at the hostel it was on! All night it went on and all day the next day she was bed bound... Clare joined her.
Think it must have been something we ate...
