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Sick as a Bec

At least it happened in Sapa. Where I don't have to worry about the heat. I think Claire and I ate some bad spring rolls (not to mention the pork one that they told me was vegetarian). I have never puked so badly in my life. Did you want to know that? Too bad. Claire was sick all night too and is sleeping now. But wait there's more! I have had a sore throat for about a week, which just yesterday developed further and here I am with flu-like symptoms. Then this morning I wake up with a fever but i'm bloody cold. Everyone is staring at me wondering what the hell i'm doing in my coat. So of course it's a unanimous decision that I have contracted Malaria and will die very shortly. We mosy downstairs and ask about a doctor in Sapa. The nice girl says the doctor can't come to us for reasons too complicated to try and translate. So she hails us two motorbike taxis and says hospital. We say great! At an emergency crawl of 30km an hour we head for the hospital and arrive just in time to see three 12 year old H'moung boys escorting a dead body out of the building. Inspired, we soldier on into this really great courtyard complex hospital thing. It was painted pink. The only sign that was in english was 'Emergency' so we went there but only found a squished giant butterfly and no people. After finding an English speaking doctor and jumping the queue ( bloody tourists!) we descern that my temperature is 38.5c. I'm googleing right now what temp I should be. The doctor wasn't interested in our Malaria theory, but explaines that the evil spirits in my throat headed for my stomach after I couldn't cough them out. Which resulted in vomiting and fever. Am I elaborating too much? It just didn't ring quite true. Considering I puked up whole spring rolls and so did Claire. I still think it's a combination of cold and food poisoning and/or Malaria. No not really but I have to entertain myself somehow.

Anyhoo, if want the more graphic verison of the story, ask my parents for a transcript of my email to them. My temperature is meant to be 37c, by the way.

So back to happy things, I thought the French might have had something to do with the brilliant coffee!

I'll keep you posted on my temperature and things.
Bec,
Sapa.

Comments

mrs elsheppo said…
hi bec, hope your feeling better and still having some fun. you will be very proud of me, I am printing some invitations jewellery for a party at meaghan peacocks next week. I have just got home from line dancing had lots of laughs.We were by far the youngest there.We learnt 3 dances but have forgotten the steps already .
see you soon luv mum.
Anonymous said…
Hi,

As you might have already found out,the Vietnamese, generally speaking, have a higher tolerance towards germs than your body can cope with. After all they live in the underground tunnel, didn't they? Only kidding. :-).

Fact is that it has something to do with what is called familiar environment. My two cents would be to exercise a bit of caution. I would be careful about eating things sold on the streets. Having said that, I am not sure where you got the spring rolls from.

Take care and enjoy the trip.

Yep, the French has a lot to do with Coffee in Vietnam. They brought it there. Including the (silver cup)percolator.

Cheers
P

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