Lucknow Road Trip – Part V

Lucknow Road Trip – Part V

Lucknow Road Trip – Part V

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I breathed through the pain and told myself I was going to have to make it. Five minutes later it struck again, this time more painful. DN noticed. “Are you okay?” I half-heartedly smiled. “My stomach hurts.” His smile disappeared. “You are paining?” I nodded. “A little.”

5 minutes later, it struck again. WORSE. I doubled over in pain. DN gets serious. “Yar, do you need to see a doctor? We can stop and get you pain medicine.” I looked at him and shook my head. “No… Pain medicine won’t fix this.” He looked confused, but I didn’t have the energy to explain. I wrapped my arm around my stomach, and put my free hand over my face to block the light from headlights.

Not even 5 minutes later, my insides felt so twisted. I felt myself becoming faint. The pain was moving to my lower stomach. My lips were trembling. I was drying up. I took a drink of water and begin to shake. I didn’t know what was going to happen to me, but I had this feeling I was going to pass out. I leaned over with the energy I did not have and whispered, “I need a bathroom.”

Immediately, DN began instructing the driver, and changes were happening. It was all going by in a blur. In a few minutes, we found ourselves at a hotel. DN jumped out and I scrambled behind him, my core shaking. My stomach was destroying me. I felt pale. Did I sense cold sweats? He got to the top of the steps. I could hear him pleading with the hotel man to let me in. My lips were still trembling. I bit the sleeve of my jacket, to give myself some kind of distraction. The man looked me up and down. It must have been obvious how I felt. He opened the door for me and started promptly instructing DN on how to find the bathroom. I followed him, barely able to climb the stairs. He lead me to the bathroom.

I entered the bathroom and kept flipping switches, in attempts to turn the lights on. I shut the door behind me. Doornob is broken. No time to care. I entered the first stall, and look down to see an Eastern style toilet. If I were in the laughing mood, I’d find the thought ‘I’m a fast learner‘ funny. I decided to save that for later.

Not to freak you out, but for educational purposes: This is an Indian toilet. Courtesy of FullstopIndia.com

Not to freak you out, but for educational purposes: This is an Indian toilet. Courtesy of FullstopIndia.com

When I exited the stall, I turn around and found the sinks, thoroughly washing my hands with just water. There was no soap! I dried my hands on my purse, and dug out the hand sanitizer. That made me feel slightly better about having no soap. I stepped down and reached for the door. Uh oh… I was stuck. I knocked on the door and twisted the knob until DN cracked it open for me. I realized I had no energy. I could still feel the aftershock of whatever just happened, and I was very weak.

DN looked at me. “Are you okay?” I couldn’t properly form words. “Yeah… I just.. wanna go home…” He looked so sympathetic. “I’m SO sorry.” He said. I waved in dismissal and shook my head. On our way back out, DN said something about coming face-to-face with a serial actor. I wondered if that’s who we just walked by, but I didn’t have the energy to care about celebrities.

The rest of the trip went by in a blur. DN convinced me to rest in the car. I did, and I needed it. I woke up a few times. We also stopped so the driver and the other man could rest. We stopped at truck stops (or rest stops, I’m really not sure) to rest. When I woke up, DN was the only one awake. I whispered, “Have you rested at all?” He shook his head. That worried me a little bit. He must have been exhausted, which was especially worrisome, because he was still sick. I stretched out a bit and readjusted myself so I was curled up and facing him. We talked for a little while. When we grew quiet, he attempted to wake up his cousin. It was extremely foggy outside, so it was difficult to see.

When DN’s cousin woke up, he vigorously cleaned the windshield with some newspaper. Me and DN giggled. We were on our way again. Our strategy, I believe, was to follow one of the trucks through the fog. When we were on the road again, I dozed off. I woke when I could hear panic in everyone’s voice. I don’t know if we drove over a bump, or hit a huge pot hole, but either way, the car practically jumped. I woke up in a panic. I looked around. DN looked at me, “Sorry, you were sleeping right?” I nodded. He suggested I continue to rest. At this point, I had no choice. My body was forcing me. I dozed off again.
The next time I woke, it was light outside. I readjusted myself and curled up next to DN. I looked up at him. “We’re almost there,” he said. I nodded. ‘That’s great…’ I thought. I still worried that DN hadn’t gotten any rest at all.

Here is an example of an Indian truck. Courtesy of WanderlustASAP.com

Here is an example of an Indian truck. Courtesy of WanderlustASAP.com

When we entered the city, the driver pulled over and the other man got out. A few words were exchanged. It was my turn next. When we reached the hotel, DN walked me to my room. I came in, put my purse down and we said our goodbyes. We more or less instructed each other to get some sleep, hahaha. 😀 DN left and when I shut the door behind him, and locked it, I looked at my bed.
SUCCESS! Time to sleep!

Thus concludes the Lucknow Road Trip Story!

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