Journey to India: Part Three

In case you were wondering, I did not burst anything pooping.

Actually, that may not be entirely true. An excerpt from my travel journal would probably indicate otherwise:

March 21, 2011

Today we went to Agra. This involved waking up early in the morning and catching a cab to Lemon Tree Hotel to pick up my aunt and uncle. However, I will not remember this day forever as the day I saw the Taj Mahal. Instead, I will remember it as the day I shit blood.

And the day I shook hands with a monkey.


Anonymous said...

Were the two incidents related?


Megan said...

No, at least I hope they weren't. If they were, I am overdue for a trip to the hospital.

Anonymous said...

Well, post again soon...or else I'm gonna go watch the awful movie "Outbreak" to see what needs to be done to stop a monkey-born viral breakout. And I really don't want to do that.

Look forward to more.


Jenn said...

Don't forget to drink water. But if a monkey offers you water, don't take it.

Megan said...

Shit. I had this rule while I was there that I would only take water from monkeys. Are you telling me that this was a bad call?

I should have known.. They look so innocent, but they are always up to no good.