Trough

The evening of last post we caught the bus to Jailsalmer, an 11 hour overnight bus ride in the sleeper. I'll be honest, I was struggling a little in the bowels, and the thought of the long journey with no bus toilet was a little worrying. But it turns out this was the least of my worries.

My eyes had been stinging a little that day, but I assume it was just the pollution from wandering the markets and visiting the sights all day, so thought nothing of it. However, throughout the bus ride, my eyes became more red and painful and were watering like mad. It was too painful to sleep, so I had to just put up with it the whole journey. It was torture. Photophobia was a huge obstacle.

The bus was at a stop off and I jumped off and asked someone to take me to the nearest toilet (I could barely see) for the light was so bright. We were in the desert. My new friend assured me that the bus would not leave without me and it would still be here when I return. Sure.

After my little toilet visit, predictably, the bus, along with ALL of my belongings had driven off...the chase was on. My friend had a mate waiting for me on the bike, and off we dashed. Somehow, through a vast transport mobile telephone network, my friend had managed to contact the driver to tell him to wait. We caught up the bus, I paid the biker for his kindness and was greeted my my fellow travellers, relief all round.

Add to that little bombshell my eye situation, the lack of sleep, buggy tummy and 45 degree heat, and you may have begin to realise why I titled this post the way I did.

But I can assure you that everything now is absolutely fine. Upon arrival I spoke to Dr. Uday, who spoke to the hospital ENT consultant who prescribed me some anti-inflammatories, antibiotics, eye drops and eye lotion. A day later I'm feeling right as rain. Stomach is improving and the eyes are infinitely better.

I've been incredibly hygienic with the lenses, but it seems not enough. I won't use them again this holiday.

All the best, and don't worry.

4 eyes.