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Trip Start Jun 12, 2012
35Trip End Jul 17, 2012
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I have one more day here in Waingapu. My first 36 hours or so have been pretty ugly -- walking down the street, hoping that I can make it back to the hotel bathroom without too much drama. So far, I've been successful. All I can eat are Sumba-grown cashews (which are fantastic!), bananas, and some old Danish butter cookies I found at the market across from my hotel.
Thank God for Western toilets, I'll tell you.
I share this because I think it's important. I had a moment last night, where the cramps, the shivering, and the nausea were really bad. I got scared. I was in a very foreign place, where I would rather get on a plane than go to the doctor, and I don't speak the language. When the dizziness started, I worried. I know what the problem is -- I ate something bad, or that wasn't cleaned properly, and my excessive sun exposure Monday and Tuesday exacerbated the problem. I knew I had Bali belly, with a lot of dehydration thrown in. But passing out in this hotel room was a scary proposition.
I have a pretty strong faith today. I'm not religious, but I believe there's a reason and a purpose behind everything, if I allow God (not sure who He/She is, BTW) to work in my life.
So I sat there, and -- not for the first time on the toilet -- I said a couple prayers. I started to think about how awesome my trip has been and vainly started thinking that I might lose a couple pounds on this fun-filled excursion as well.
After about 20 minutes, the dizziness and nausea passed. I drank some water and climbed into bed. Kariana and Erik had supplied me with some pills to take that will kill all bacteria running through my system. Two hours later, the chills passed. I didn't sleep well, but I slept long.
Today, I feel a lot better. I'm far from 100 percent. But I'm grateful.
I think I landed in a good place here. Waingapu has no surf, which is a great thing. If I were on Bali, I'd find it difficult to know there was surf and I was missing out. If I were in Tarimbang, I'd be really scared, without even a flush toilet to keep me company, not to mention a three-hour drive anywhere.
And, unlike Marosi, I've been able to update my blog (more pictures will come later), which I have really enjoyed writing.
I'm not yet grateful I've gotten "Sumba Belly," but I'm appreciative on how God works, as I understand Him/Her. I guess it's perspective. I just feel grateful that it all worked out exactly as it did -- that I got stranded here for a few days, that I got sick when I did, and that I feel better today. I can't imagine if I'd had to fly and find a place to stay yesterday. That might have been ugly.
Oh and I just checked the surf report -- which is not promising anywhere in Indo right now. That I'm not grateful for -- since I know there's about half a million surfers in this country hoping the opposite right now.
If I still feel OK tonight, maybe I'll even get to see Waingapu a little bit -- take a taxi down to the harbor and see the fishing boats, maybe even eat some fresh fish (or maybe I'll just stick to the cookies and bananas). I'd love to check out the ikat as well. There's a little shop Erik told me about where they explain the whole process and the motifs on the ikat. That would be cool.
If not, I know there's a reason and purpose to it, at least.