Last Updated on February 16, 2021
So, I’ve got a beef with India: The cows.
Who let all the cows loose? Seriously! When I say all the cows, I really mean ALL the cows. Considered holy in India, cows roam free everything. Chewing grass on the side of the street, wandering across it on a whim while the thousands of cars, tuk tuks and buses swerve around them and no one, not the drivers or the cows, seem to bat an eye. At first, I loved this about India. I love that the majority of the over one billion people in this country are vegetarian and wouldn’t eat, or even harm, a cow.
Bad Cow Karma…
In fact, I’ve never eaten meat in my entire life. Dani and I are the only two Westerners I have ever met who have never even eaten a common hamburger.
But that sure didn’t help my cow karma, considering that last Sunday, on the way to eat pizza after watching a gorgeous sunset on the beach in Goa, I was rammed and flipped by a cow.
Now, before I start defending the cow – which I will – let me just say a few things. First of all, it hurt like hell. I didn’t exactly feel it as his head rammed into the back of my upper thighs, but I knew what was happening. I heard Dani yell out, and felt this sort of whoosh, suddenly aware that I was up in the air. Within a split second, I crashed down onto the pavement so hard I thought I broke my pelvis. Before I started screaming, my only thought was to get out of the way, not to get trampled by this aggressive beast. But he just continued down the street without giving me a second glance. His only goal was to get me out of the way. And I don’t blame him, but more on that later.
Letting it all out…is this really happening?
After being mercifully spared more damage by the cow, I began screaming, long, loud shrieks, over and over again for about….two long minutes. Locals and tourists were all staring, coming up to me, some wanted to help, some probably just wanted me to shut up. I did, eventually, but I honestly had never felt so many different sharp, acute pains in my body at once. My back felt torn in half, I was sure my pelvis or hip was broken, plus I was worried about my knee.
Looking back on the screaming (a mental image which alternates between humiliating and hilarious) I know that I was not just hurt. I think I also was in the first stages of losing my mind. I had just spent five days going back and forth between hospitals and consultations with orthopedic surgeons after a knee injury sustained two months ago in Thailand flared up so bad I could no longer walk. Luckily the MRI showed that no ligaments were torn, but I was told to stay off my feet and rest for at least another week. It wasn’t just the physical pain, but I also felt like I had been letting Dani down.
India has really been such a dream for her, and to travel here, you need to be agile. Catching trains, hopping in and out of tuk tuks, walking through temples and towns for hours on end…and I had not been able to do any of this the entire time. That’s why I sent her away with our travel buddies Jaime and Val to Hampi. Go, you guys have a good time and make sure to do a ton of walking around, I told her, while I rest my knee. When you get back, I promised, we will go travel the rest of Goa at least before our flight.
She had just returned the day before, and now, I get trampled? By a COW?!
Several Indian hospitals later…
So, I screamed for it all – the pain, the frustration, more immobility and guilt. After attempting to get me into a tuk tuk and a taxi, we managed to get me into a minivan (less bending to get in) and off to the hospital. There was no doctor at the first, where the orthopedic had just gone over my MRI results the day before, as he had been called to an emergency, so we headed to the public hospital a few kilometers away. Public hospitals in India are completely free, so despite the seriously appalling service, my scrapes were treated, I was given a tetanus shot, two strong doses of painkillers and then transported by ambulance, also free, to an excellent private hospital 25 km away. In the back of this dirty old ambulance, Dani and I just kept looking at each other with this look…mine was more of pain, hers was this silent look of resignation that, even though she just could not fathom it, this was actually happening.
Had we stayed on the beach a minute longer, had I walked just a little faster, we would have just been finishing our pizza at this point, but instead we were in a rickety ambulance, with an old pine tree air freshener hanging off the dusty defibrillator. (I stared at that air freshener, imagining the scene – “Clear!” shouts the medic. “Oh, sorry, let me just remove this air freshener…” “Damn it, we lost him.”)
Needless to say it was a relief when we pulled in to the private hospital to an army of doctors and nurses who were all there to assist me. The bed was incredibly comfortable, the nurses and doctors spoke perfect English and, after three hours, the X-Rays revealed no break, no fracture and magically nothing even majorly out of alignment, Instead, I was sent home very bruised with a deep muscle contusion in my back and told that I was confined to bed rest for 5-7 days.
Total cost of the hospital visit, which included the full attention of three nurses and one doctor, plus fluid IVs, painkillers, X-Rays and over three hours in one of the nicest hospital facilities I’ve seen around the world – $9.50. Nine dollars and fifty cents. That cheap price, sadly, was the highlight of our evening.
In the taxi back to Palolem Beach (which cost more than the hospital) the driver did his best to avoid cows. It was midnight by this time, and the big, black cows are almost impossible to see in the dark. With white knuckles and still in excruciating pain, I could not take my eyes off the road. The same animal that landed me in the hospital in the first place could possibly send us right back. The irony was almost too perfect, so I figured the chances were pretty good it would happen. But, we arrived safe and sound, and I have been largely on bed rest ever since.
Forgiving that alleged buffalo…
Looking at my folder from the hospital yesterday, I laughed out loud for the first time in a few days. The report says that I was injured by a buffalo, followed by the word allegedly. Jessica was allegedly injured by a buffalo.
Was it a buffalo? No. Did I ever say it was a buffalo? No. Does it make the story sound even worse? Yes. At least now I can always say, Hey, at least it wasn’t a buffalo…
As I recover, I have also completely forgiven this poor little cow, or big buffalo, whatever it was. In fact, I don’t blame him at all. That night, the street we were walking on was busy. For a narrow beach road, there were loads of tuk-tuks, taxis, foreigners on their rented motorcycles and everyone was honking and trying to get where they wanted to go. As we turned off the beach and on to the street, I had seen two cows aggressively sparring, but since I had never heard of anyone ever getting rammed by a cow, I didn’t think too much of it. The cow was agitated, his ‘friend’ was getting overly aggressive, and no matter where he walked, he couldn’t get through the traffic. There I was, walking slower than a senior citizen, taking care of my injured knee and I just wouldn’t get out of the way. And so, he flipped me. He had no interest in hurting me, but he was scared, so he did the most rational thing a cow could do to make room for himself.
What will I take away from this whole experience?
1. You have to make your own room for yourself in this world, and watch out for those behind you kicking you out of their way.
2. Of all places for this to happen, India wasn’t such a bad place. There were three hospitals within a 40 minute drive of each other, with the most expensive costing less than a Domino’s pizza.
3. Indian TV (of which I have watched A LOT in the last few weeks) is really entertaining and offers great insight into Indian culture.
4. I have an amazing girlfriend who is taking such good care of me.
5. Great friends help injuries heal faster (thanks again to Jaime and Val for coming all the way back to Palolem just to hang with me!)
6. I’ll be coming back to India. After all – I still owe Dani that amazing India trip of a lifetime.
Sunday 30th of December 2012
How have I not seen this post until now?!? I even wrote one of my own on Goan cows around the same time.... They basically have about as good a life as a cow can have, but they do have to put up with drunk tourists trying to pose for photos with them and occasionally trying to sit on them. I can see how they might get fed up with us westerners and think nothing of "nudging" us out of the way.
Also, sorry for laughing at your misfortune, but I did. A lot.
Sunday 22nd of July 2012
Ps.. Lol not the most encouraging of stories to put u at ease about Travelling in India..whoops sorry but thought u might think now eugh that has to be gross. I was assured by all the neighbours in the little jungle hut I was staying in,with open roof tiles,that it had never happened to any of them ever and they had lived there all their lives!! I am a bit like u...gave up eating meat when I was 16 but always get into scrapes with the wonderful creatures. Have to say Mr. Roach died for his exploring nature!!
Sunday 22nd of July 2012
Oh dear Jess....I better not even start commenting on this! Wow those bruises are nasty! I fell off my moped during the monsoon in Goa twice and jeez did that hurt,so I am feeling your pain. I also have knee pain and gall stones right now...so I know how miserable it is to be in pain. However I did find the way you wrote it hilarious and sorry but I did lol. There have been many a mishap on my travels that with time,u just laugh about and it's great telling everyone your story,as u forget the pain! Oh bless you I am so glad you are ok though. Please don't let it put you off travelling in India though. My worse experience there was having a cockroach crawl in to my ear in the middle of the night and me screaming trying to find my tweezers....thank god I had some with me. I finally managed to pull the bugger out half it's body came out,the other half's fangs,teeth or whatever they have firmly clamping on to my inner ear!!! It was by far the grossest thing ever happened to me...of the animal variety ever on my travels. It's not really funny even now...but it is a great story to tell. It made me cringe for days after,as I chalked anti cockroach chalk all around my bed and slept with a scarf round my ears.
Anyway I am glad you are ok now :))) xxxx
Saturday 23rd of June 2012
Oh, ouch! I was laughing up until I saw the bruises.
Though, as a fellow vegetarian, I have to say I appreciate the irony.
Sunday 24th of June 2012
Thanks Micki - the irony is incredible. I mean I have NEVER had a burger...
Cole @ Four Jandals
Saturday 23rd of June 2012
Sorry but I laughed through that story! Was hilarious but only because you have come through okay at the other end! Apart from the bruises of course. Crazy story.
Sunday 24th of June 2012
Thanks Cole. The bruises actually weren't the hard part though - it was the torn back muscle and hip contusion. But hey...it's getting funnier;)