Well, I said I would let Paul H and all of you know how my nostalgia trip to Calcutta went. There were many surprises, health wise...for one, twenty minutes in English sun inevitably brings migraine, vomiting and the dreaded purple red face! So, I went armed with loads of anti migraine meds....but the surprise was that I didn't get one! Calcutta is very humid and whether it was that or whatever, I found I could sustain the heat with very little discomfort, apart from the red face. In time, I was named Laal Memsahib, or the Red Mrs...which was quite sweet. Calcutta itself was very changed, but there were enough recognisable landmarks, and the guide who ferried us around put himself out of the way to find my former home....it doesn't exist..but there was a wall plaque still in place, declaring Tivoli Park, which adorned the wall by our bungalow. He also took me back to the Calcutta School of Music; my intitial music training college. I was treated like royalty and taken round various classes, to the consternation of the students!
The highlight of the city was a trip to the St Paul's Cathedral...loosely modelled on the London architecture, which is where my sister married. She died three years later, so it was immensely moving to see the place again and, although we weren't allowed to take photographs, once the situation was explained, I was given free rein.
After three days, we transferred to a river cruise ship, which took us to outlying villages and temples, etc, on a daily basis. I opted out of two trips, listening to my body, but sustained enough energy to walk on flat ground most days for an hour or two. It really seems that the Indian climate suits me...weird!
However, the return flight damned me. The cabin was over cool, people coughing and sneezing all over the place. I returned home, both my husband and I developed chesty coughs and a week ago I was diagnosed with pneumonia. I am being treated at home and it's a bloody bore, but I am now beginning to take light food. I know I wanted to lose a stone, but not like this!
All in all, I would not have missed this trip for anything. I didn't get bitten once...I didn't get headaches...I could sustain walking and the hats/sun cream/parasol worked a treat. There is one point...I realise I don't sweat like others. Even the Indian crew were drenched in sweat, but I just went malar. Is this a known factor?
I hope I haven't bored you all and that you are having a good day. Air hugs to all. Xxx