Madras

After the very long haul from Calcutta with semi interesting passengers I arrived in the great city of Madras, which proved to be the ugliest of all the biggest cities I have seen in India. But the whole stomach situation has gotten out of control and had to be taken care of. So I looked for a hospital - a sophisticated one. Since I am backpacking I instinctively asked for the public hospital. But it looked like an average Indian train station. Filthy, overcrowded and no people who work there in sight. So I took a tuk tuk to a private 24 hours hospital.The building was only 3 meters wide and a guy was sleeping in the back. Nope. So I asked around for a good, private one with a laboratory and so on. The doctor thought that I will be a cash cow and wanted to have me in a bed for several nights. I insisted that I am more or less fine and that we should just get the tests done to know what the hell is going on. So I gave samples of all my liquids. In the evening they already had analyzed everything. My shit showed the Corpus Delicti - a worm called gardia. Apparently pretty common because of low hygienic standards in the kitchen. So there I was in an ugly city with a bag of pills and precise instruction for the next 7 days. I then decided to go to the fishing and stone cutter town of Mamallapuram to gt rid of this menace in a nice environment.