In which the travelers ache
This morning Gin woke up with a killer headache, so we decided to stay in bed, take a nap, and watch some TV. In the evening, her headache wasn’t any better, but hunger drove us out. Thankfully, there was a food court directly across the street from our hotel. Gin roused herself and we ordered a pair of murtabaks (Indian bread called ‘roti’ stuffed with chicken and veggies). Although the food made her feel a little better, Gin was in no shape to explore the city so we returned to the hotel and resumed our TV viewing.
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