holy crap.
over and over again.
guangzhou finally got the best of me. diarrhea by the hour, on the hour, from midnight to noon, followed by a searing migraine until 8pm, all going hand-in-hand with dizziness, delirium and weakness. it was like my stomach was a septic tank, and each time i unloaded, the level went down a little, but not all the way, and each time i turned my body, i was reminded that i had something toxic inside me. just a sickening day to spend 24 hours in a mysterious foreign country.
so yes, i flew all the way to china to get me some montezuma's revenge. go figure.
then again, it could've been worse. i could have had a shitter without a seat.
needless to say, i didn't get on my flight to tokyo. it got pushed back to tomorrow morning. and instead i spent an entire day in room 2311 of the ritz-carlton, watching cnn international (lebanon has a new president!), a replay of the champions league title match between man u and chelsea (john terry really blew it, no matter how you look at it), and mythbusters (proving and debunking the miraculous qualities of vodka) - and the rest of the day and night were spent with my eyes closed and a cold towel on my forehead. all i ate were three scoops of chocolate ice cream (a well-deserved $15 meal) and drank my fair share of water.
i lost my appetite. if you're looking for it, i think i flushed it down sometime around 3:30 AM.
seriously, if rich, my DP, wasn't around to make changes to my airfare and to be a clear head for me, god knows how i would have reacted. i might have boarded a plane to guam or something. who knows. no part of my body was in its right mind.
good times.
and i know all this didn't happen from the 5-star meal i had in the hotel. i guess my body just isn't fortified enough for fresh kill. or the middle ages. however you want to label it.
at least i lost some weight for the wedding.
but stlll, hey, soon i'll be on my way to tokyo, home of the original "office". can't wait. should be a lot of fun.
and, of course, should be a lot of karaoke.
something in a baritone, maestro!
money talks
but it don't sing and dance and it don't walk
as long as i have you here with me
i'd much rather be
forever in blue jeans, babe.
1 comment:
I commend you on your bravery and openness on eating different foods, but that is the exact reason why I only ate American foods in India. Hope you feel better. Enjoy Tokyo. Make sure you bring back some cheap electronics.
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