My complaint

So perhaps I have misjudged a bit. Perhaps the best way to visit a foreign country is for exactly one month- before the romance and adventure wear off. Before you get miserably sick. And before the novelty of India begins to wear off and some of the outlandish customs are no longer quaint, but annoying. (Like the fact that the waiter can only bring one menu to a table, no matter how many people there are. Like when people honk at you to move out of the way when they are the ones driving down the wrong side of the road. Or that the staff has to bang on your door every morning at 7 to wake you up to a breakfast of cardboard and cold eggs, nevermind that 30 seconds earlier they rang a huge bell announcing that breakfast was ready. Or that the tiny old lady in the sari has to ask me every morning if I've signed the book saying I ate the bricks of toast and rubbery eggs, nevermind the fact that she saw me do it, every morning as I have since the first day she told me to. Or that the internet crashes nearly every time I try to use it. Or the fact that there is a designated person for each task, and if you don't see the right one, they can't help you. Which is why it takes a half hour to buy stamps. And why you can't bag your own produce. Or the fact that no one- no one, mind you, has change for hundred rupee bills or above. Not even taxi drivers, although they've been driving all day, charging people at least Rs 22 a ride. Not the guy at the Vodaphone shop, even though you clearly just saw him counting scads and scads of money in his drawer. Not the guys at the grocery store, who have to make change out of their own wallets. Even the man selling papers doesn't have change for 10 rupees- despite the fact he's been selling papers, so you have to take two and forego the 6 rupees change that's due. ) So clearly, this week hasn't been the greatest, mostly due to the fact I've been sick all week. So you may chalk it up to the fact that I am not myself because I don't feel well. Or you could also argue that I am just plain old cranky because of hunger. To substantiate this case, here is a list of what I have eaten this week (since Monday morning, mind you):
2 hard-boiled eggs (both cold)
4 pieces toast (which you could break your teeth on)
1 croissant
1 bowl oatmeal (hot only because I was in the breakfast room at 7:01)
3 biscuits
5 cookies
4 biscuits (of a different, softer variety than the first)
1 cucumber, tomato and onion sandwich
3 chunks pineapple
2 pieces coconut
2 slices of bread
onion rings (don't ask...)
2 hunks tandoori chicken (boneless)
1 hunk tandoori lamb (boned)
2 bowls soup (1 tomato, 1 corn veg)
1 granola bar
1 banana
1 pancake
1 inordinately spicy momo (dumpling) that was a big mistake
1 apple tart (with raisins)
1/2 Coke
innumerable cups of tea
So anyway. I am hungry. And I can't eat because my throat is killing me. And sadly, there is no Jello in India. You could also argue that the crankiness is from lack of sleep- I stay up most of the night coughing, and then there are always fun times like last night where I woke up to find ants in my bed, crawling all over me, so I'm a bit tired too.
Anyway, I'm sure that this is a riveting post- you all really needed to know my menu for the week, I'm sure. Sorry I am venting a bit, but if you want to know how my week has been, this is the truth.