Sickness looms...

Started out the day with breakfast at another cafe on our street. I got french toast for a buck which filled a craving that I've been having and Justin got a veg burger. 55 INR for two people is amazing! Then we went across the road of death into New Delhi train station and finally found the foreigner rail reservation office. Easy, peasy up there! We got our train tickets to Amritsar for tomorrow morning (1st class!) and our tickets from Agra to Varanasi and from Varanasi to Kolkata (our last stop of the trip). Tomorrow we are going to Amritsar to see the Golden Temple ( a gold-plated Sikh temple in the middle of a body of water, surrounded by a complex of stores and rooms for pilgrims).

Then we took a prepaid taxi to Mehrauli to the Qutb Minar. I will post pictures of these ruins as my words can't adequately describe the intricate details on the giant structure. We tried to get the rikshaw to take us to the Jahal Mahal after that but it turned into a big process. He was determined to get us there so he stopped and asked everyone and literally did a once around the neighbourhood. Finally he got us to the back of it but we told him not to bother driving us around to the main entrance since it had been long enough of terrible little roads and the building didn't look overly impressive anyways. We got him to drop us off a little before the taxi stand and gave him 300 rupees (50 more than the agreed-upon price since we had him take us to the Jahal Mahal). He kept insisting that we give him 50 rupees on top of that which we refused to do and we walked away from him.

Then we walked to Jantar Mantar, a strange park near Connaught place. It cost 100 INR each to get in so we decided just to look from the fence. It has many very bizarre looking, red structures that were interesting to see but not mind-blowing. Then we walked to find some food because I was dying of hunger. We stopped at this corner snack/sandwich stand that we had seen the day before. There were TONS of Indians at it enjoying the food so we figured that it should be safe and have a good turn-over if so many people go there. I got a cheese bread pakora (a sandwich with potato curry in the middle and coated in cheese on the outside---delicious!) and Justin got a veg burger that I wouldn't have touched with a ten-foot pole because I'm picky and they never look appealing. Then we headed back to the hotel and were gonna do some laundry, internet, pack, eat dinner, and go to bed early so that we could wake up for our 7:20 train to Amritsar.

When we got into the room, Justin threw himself onto the bed saying that he was tired which was not uncommon. However, he didn't move or take his bag off which I knew was a bad sign. After 15 mins he said he thought he was sick. That night he got a pretty high fever and was passed out in bed. I did about an hour of internet and checked in on him and bought some water and juice but wasn't about to go out onto that horrible street after dark by myself for supper. I ended up eating a chocolate bar and drinking some water and heading to bed after packing up my things!!