Day 8: Back to Delhi
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On sunday Edo got very sick and he was worried that he would not be able to take the bus ride back to our hotel in Delhi. I had already finished packing, so I went to look for the other members of the commission to tell them that Edo was not fit to travel. Some of them were taking a last swim in the pool, while others were having breakfast or packing their things. I arrived at the room where we had the party last night and the others were busy cleaning it a little bit. The table in that room was completely covered with empty bottles of beer and other drinks. Everybody had left some rupis at their room for the hotel staff that would have to clean up after we left. I found Marij at the room of Marlous, who was also feeling very sick that morning.
When everybody was ready again, we left our hotel and started another long bus ride back to Delhi.
When everybody was ready we first went back to the tailor to see whether our suits were finished. My pantalon was a bit too long, so they adjusted it and it would be ready on Tuesday. After that we went to the restaurant that was at the end of the street. The waiter recognised us from the other day and he even asked where Edo was, who was still in bed in our hotel. We ordered several dishes and after our meal we smoked a waterpipe with tobacco. When we walked back to our hotel I was talking to Alco about how easy it was to get used to the traffic and the crowds in Delhi after only one week, as we strolled around a busy market street with cars and motorcycles driving all around us while blowing their horns. When we arrived in the lobby Tim was checking the internet and he told me that PSV had not won the match of that day and that they had dropped from the top position to third place. By now there was only one more match to go to finish the season and there were three teams that could win the competition on the next Sunday: Ajax, AZ and PSV. Later that evening I made a bet with Sanne and Mark that PSV would still win the competition, allthough they could only win if both Ajax and AZ lost. We played poker and some other card games again that evening and after a while I felt so cold from the airconditioning in the bar that I put on my sweater. I had only brought that sweater with me because we had left early in the morning from Holland and I hadn't expected that I would wear it in India. Allthough the temperature had not dropped below 30 degrees even during the nights in the entire week, I still managed to catch a cold because of all the airconditioning that was used in every hotel, office or restaurant.