Blue is Not Alone (in being food poisoned, that is)

So I'm in my hotel -- and first of all I have to give a shout-out to the hotel staff for taking such good care of me; checking on me every hour to make sure I'm okay, etc. -- and there's a knock at the door.

It's an elderly gentleman from the U.K. who is here on a pilgrimage. He's also come to check to see how I'm doing.

Then he tells me that his son is also food poisoned. He also gives me a piece of advice: eat only at the Golden Temple. "It's only you young people who try eating at the local dhabas," he said.

I have no problem with that. Of course, first I have to want to eat food again. ^__^