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An adventure in food poisoning
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The Four Thousand Islands are, well, a lot of islands. In the middle of the Mekong River, to be exact. While they were nice and had some killer sunsets, and a monkey who liked to sit and groom me, there really wasn't too much to do there.
On the last night before planning to hightail it out of there to get to Vietnam, we celebrated our Lao trip with a few drinks. Now I hadn't drank in a while, but I hadn't drank that much so when my stomach started feeling a bit rough I was thinking 'no.. I couldn't possibly be going to puke, there's no way'
Well, instead of alcohol poisoning, I instead got a good round of food poisoning and chucked up pretty well every hour on the hour all night. At one point after a good puke, I went to sit down in the hammock in the cool air and fell out of it onto the deck, and somehow this was cue to just start bawling my eyes out for an hour. This night was a barrel of fun, I tells ya!
The next day, I was still sick but Mark was on a tight schedule and needed to leave, so he told me I could come, or I could stay and get better. What a state to be left all alone in, so I decided to tough it out and get on the bike back to Pakse with him.
Because I had tossed everything I had and even drinking water set my stomach off, I was severely dehydrated and as weak as a thread. I had never in my life wanted to drink something so bad.. I felt like a crack addict who really badly needed his crack. So here we are on the back of the motorbike with me praying the journey back to Pakse goes quickly, when, of all the wonderful things that could have happened, we got a flat tire. Unfortunately we were four kilometres from a repair shop so Mark said.. okay I guess we gotta walk. And I said 'hell no, I'm not walking in this heat, I can't'. So we waved down this young Lao guy on a motorcyle and asked him if he'd drive me to the repair shop where I could sit and wait for Mark to walk there with the bike.
He said okay, but instead drove past the repair shop and took me to some little shack (which I think was the bus stop) on the side of the road.
We sat there for so long while I tried to explain to him to take me to the repair shop so I could talk to the repair man instead of just waiting there, I knew he understood but he just keep sitting there and rubbing his crotch and he was really pissing me off. Eventually he got the point and we went to get back on the motorbike. He says 'you give me kiss?' I said 'no, Mark's my boyfriend, we engaged, we be married'. He said okay and we got on the motorbike. So we were driving along and he goes 'You give me money for this, but you don't have to if you give me kiss' and I say 'no! I can't! I have fiancee okay!' and so he takes my hand and puts it on his penis!
I just wrenched it away and said 'look, no!!! okay!!! I give you money, I don't do that!' He dropped me off, I gave him a dollar and he left. Mark was already there, he gave me a hug and said he regretted letting me go with that guy. I knew he wouldn't hurt me though, he was just a horny Lao guy who couldn't believe he had some white blonde chick on the back of his motorbike.
After that, I had another good chuck up and we continued on our way, eventually getting ourselves another flat tire. Luckily this time right in front of the repair shop and eventually we made it to Pakse alive and only somewhat well. Then Mark prompted me to get on another bus (a local bus to make the experience worse) to Savannakhet. Don't ask me why I agreed to this, I was such a trooper this day. Luckily I made it through due to the help of my new best friend for long bus journeys - Valium. And thank god for it, this particular bus decided to stop randomly during the journey for an hour and half to move literally all the namely posessions of some Lao family onto the bus. I'm pretty sure we had a refridgerator strapped to the roof at one point.
If these kinds of busses don't pull stunts like stopping randomly for hours at a time, you'll end up without air conditioning, next to chickens, with ten Lao people piled on top of each other, or worse, sitting on a stool in the aisle becuase they've over sold. This is why you don't take local busses. Especially when you've been food poisoned.
What a day.
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