cows, cows everywhere, and not a steak to eat

that pretty much sums up on my feelings on the cuisine here. I threw up all over the streets of port blair the other day, and even though it's probably due to taking my malaria medication on an empty stomach, I like to think that my body is rejecting all the vegetables I'm now being forced to eat. 5 days down, 2 1/2 months more to go. well, at least my poops have taken on all manner of interesting features.