The Nab

Before we get out of Pushkar, I find necessary to narrate the story of the nab and the opium priest.

Apparently, the nab is a ball we all have in the stomachs at the point of the belly bottom. I don't recall if I've said it before or not, but my stomach wasn't feeling so good, and neither was Charlotte's.

Dan had met this priest, or so he claimed to be, when doing the Punja, and he was convinced that our problem didn't come from food poisoning but from displacement of the nab, and that no western medicine would avail us.

On meeting with the priest, he insisted on taking Charlotte to a woman that would definitely realign her nab and so she would be in perfect condition straight away. She wasn't sure of it, but Dan's pressure on the subject and the priests itself made her accept the offer, not with little apprehension.

Finally, we both tried, as I was curious to experiment the massage the woman had done to Charlotte. While her nab was misaligned about 3 cm, mine was not even 2, and so the woman took more time on her than me. The priest was very concerned on Charlotte's misalignment as her problems had started a week before, and so he insisted she should go back again on the next morning, as she wasn't still 100% cured.

What really happened though, was that the woman massaged our stomachs and, consequently, produced the need of farting and burping. Well, Charlotte is more refined than me, so she only burped, and very silently. I, though, tried my best in spite of being in India and burping being so common everywhere. We both actually did feel better after the massage, but the whole story to it is absolute bullocks!