It gets worse
Part I – Midnight
Well, it all went wrong at about midnight. I started to exhibit signs of diarrhea, and it continued, and got worse until about 3:00 AM, when I also started to Vomit.
Now, there is a part of International trael that all travelers accept. And it is, without question, that you’ll get sick at some point in time. Since I’m writing an Adventure/Motorcycle/Travel Blog, I figured that I’m allowed to publish some of the more gruesome details. So, if you’re squeamish, you might want to skip this post, and the next couple. But,I’ll do my best to write them without being too graphic, and while trying to be as humorous as possible. So, if you’re up for it, come on along for the ride.
Part II – 3:00 AM
I had been using the toilet for 3 hours, being rigorous to flush, and to try to keep myself and the toilet clean. But, this is China, and that’s not possible in all situations. And so, as it would happen, the toilet plugged, so I was unable to continue to flush. By 3:00 AM, the toilet looked like a battlefield, not like a clean porcelain device, on which I was betting my life.
At 3:00 AM, I also felt sick to my stomach. I had been doing my best to manage this, but at some point, my biology and nervous system got the best of me, and I vomited. I made it to the sink, which is great, but the sink was also blocked, so now, both the toilet and the sink are filled with unmentionables, which I’ve already mentioned.
As you might imagine, it’s kind of hard to deal with this kind of situation, but it’s even harder when you can’t look into a clean bowl, or a clean sink. So, at some point, I called the front desk, and asked to have it all cleaned up.
Part III – 6:00 AM
When I left Marc on Thursday night, I had planned to meet him at 10:00 AM to take my bike from the van, and prepare to ride the following day, as today is a rest day, and we would not be riding.
Part IV 10:15 AM
I talked to Marc, who was in charge of the van, and let him know that I did not want to remove the bike from the van, but that I would need some of my medications from the van. I met him at 10:15 at the van, and also received some moral support from the team, and also some medications that would prove to be helpful.
The rest of the day
I then went back to my room, and did my best to make it through the day. By evening, I was feeling much better, eating toast, nibbling on high coco chocolate, and having bananas.
But, as it turns out, when the made came to clean up the bed, she noticed that the sheets were soiled, so she mentioned this to the front desk who, much later, put a note on my door, asking me to compensate them for the sheets.
Let’s look at the next post, to see how the next day begins…