We got inspired by our last visit in India. The site promised a lot, beaches with huge amount of dark rocks and palm trees that seem to want to jump into the sea. Also beautiful boat rides spectacular lagoons that make you think of the Amazon. The hotel receptionist advised us the sleeper train with A / C. We told him we had had a bad experience with Indian trains but he assured us that this was better. We 
manages the movement by taxi and were at the station marking time while locals told us life, they asked "where are you", "is the first time you visit India" and "if shall return to visit." As happens everywhere in India, the arrival of the train beat everyone by entering first and catch wonderful places that did not exist. The car itself looked like a barracks in Mauthausen with a sort of bunk skay blue cloth wipes clean anything. On the outside was 34 º C and within not exceeding 15 ° C. The Ernakulam-Trivandrum route was through a few rural villages. Within half an hour I started feeling unwell, had a pain in the stomach than I thought it was due to some sort of court of digestion. As much as going to the filthy toilet of the coach could not take away that pain. The train was quite slow and every time I had more pain and cold sweats about killed me. When we passed a large town or city we literally threw the train to catch a taxi to take us direct to Kovalam. With pain and all I could even haggle the taxi. Ten minutes in the car I told the man to forget the destination and take me straight to a private hospital. The man stopped to ask in a phone shop and took me to one who was half a mile. 
payment hospitals in India have nothing to do with Spain. As a doctor examined me a little and got a number of questions they put a catheter and he did was barefoot and without latex gloves. I began to take a few tremors and no child was the exorcist and could not control them. After injecting painkillers and muscle relaxants the best thing. I got into a wheelchair and was going from room to room ultrasound and X-ray later observation in a bed where you go to see who had lain before. Following each step came a little girl with a notebook india who was singing the cost of each test that I performed. After a while let us in bed watching the doctor came and explained that he a kidney stone 9 mm and it should stay in one of his visits to pay. We had already made contact with the insurance and we chose the most expensive room. The head of the hospital came to ask the credit card to prepay the room. I said he should pay me first and then the insurance claim. I said no, we were already contacting the insurance to settle the issue of payment. The issue is not resolved until the following afternoon and every time we demanded the pasta. 
The most expensive hospital room had ants, mosquitoes and the bathroom window mouse droppings. None of the bathrooms around the hospital was no toilet paper, yes, there was a bucket with a pitcher we had seen elsewhere and now we know what it was. The intent of the physician and the head of the hospital was to operate there. I said no, we had a flight scheduled for tomorrow and we would do the operation there. It did not seem very happy with the item and told me I would have to sign the voluntary discharge. I signed a thousand loves. I would not operate in a place where medical staff was barefoot and had constant power cuts. Anesthesia or tell you that you have to wear there. We fled in terror as soon as we left. On the plane I started back again pain but with a hot water bottle in the stomach and kidneys occurred to me that I could sleep a few hours. To hospital in Spain told me that I looked bad and that the stone seemed to have begun to fall alone. I have an appointment to see a urologist who told me about it. This is the end of my adventure in India. The pictures of what I have seen are drawn from Kerala tourism website. The ugliest is the entrance to the hospital and the patient who is not eager to have him or her pajamas.
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