Scooters and how the toliet and I became friends

Trip Start Dec 12, 2006
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Trip End Mar 09, 2007


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Saturday, January 27, 2007

Got up this morning with what I thought was a hangover even though it felt quite different than a hangover but with some similar traits.  Preceded to second guess myself on my prognosis all day but still defaulted to hangover.  It wasn't till midnight tonight with my face buried in my hands, trying to control my shakes, wishing I would just puke already, listening to my stomach constantly gurgle and bubble, and knowing that my ass, the toilet, and I would become good friends through the night.  Not a hangover.  Not happy.

Had a delicious breakfast that was tough to put down due to the above reason.  While I tried to nap off the wonderful feeling after breakfast, the others went to pick up some scooters that we would be using for the day of beach hopping.  I felt like extreme shit, but decided to go scooter riding regardless.  Right before I was about to hop on the scooter, my body burst out in a full body sweat.  It was one of those flash sweats where in literally 5 seconds I was quite damp with sweat running down my chest.  I sat down because I was nauseas and thought I was gonna pass out.  Totally weird, but a minute later I felt totally better, still sick, but the dizziness and sweat stopped.

Chelsea and I shared a scooter and we took off with three other scooters south along the dirt road that runs parallel to the ocean.  Really pretty beaches.  We got off at one beach and took a dunk for a bit and then moved on to a town called Manzanilla.  Along the way we passed another beautiful beach that had a surf competition going on.  We didn't stop, but as we drove by it looked like the waves were sweet.  In Manzanilla we walked along the beach towards a cliff area.  I felt like crap so I stopped and waited for everyone to get back. 

Brett and I both felt like crap and decided we needed a nap on the beach before we could move or drive on.  Apparently some of us are dropping like flies because Brett ended up puking a ton right before he got onto his scooter.  The rest of the day and night for pretty much consisted of trying to sleep off my "hangover" and trying to force some food down the hatch.  I went as far as even to drink half a beer to see if it would help the "hangover."  Turns out a beer just gives you the really bad spins.  Chelsea was super sweet all day trying to help me out, unfortunately there wasn't much she could do to help.  She put me to bed and I sent her off to party with the others only to find her back two hours later in my hammock.

So a beautiful day was shot in the head by something I drank or ate.  Too bad.  Bummed I didn't get to go surf.
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