The Fuqua Experience

'If that rickshaw driver doesn't stop honking that #!&%# horn...'

On the Sunday after residency, I had plenty of time to kill, as my plane flight wasn’t leaving until 11 p.m. and the Le Meridien was in a pretty big hurry for me to leave.  Funny how once Duke stops paying the bills, the hotel became all “So…what time are you leaving today?”  Nothing like an 11:30 a.m. “courtesy call”, when check-out was at 1 p.m.!

Solidifying her title as “Best Host Ever!”, Taniya agreed to take a bunch of us misfits out in Delhi for a little lunch and some shopping.  Shailesh, Ian, Rahul, Vijay, Taniya, and myself first headed toward Connaught Place on some rickshaws, in search of some Indian food.  At this point, I had given up ‘taking it easy’; if I was to feel bad on the plane ride home, why not take a gamble that I could make everyone on the plane uncomfortable!  As it turns out, the restaurant was quite good, so I had no gastric issues the rest of the day.

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