Rosie says that India will have a hard act to follow. Many of our fellow travelers on the flight to Mumbai smelled of urine. The Mumbai International Airport smelled of urine. When I stopped by the men's room, a mosquito rose up out of the morass in the bottom of the urinal. I lost track of him. I'm sure I was bitten. Thank God Paula bucked my willful attitude and made me take the malaria medicine for the past week. Now I'm glad Rosie and Aaron persuaded us to take all those shots. Our hotel lobby room smelled of urine and so did the room. Paula asked me this morning, "Do you think Indian men stumble into the corner in the night and just piss on the rug?"
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