Sunday, 28 March 2010
A kind fellow traveller demonstrated the various stages of epic food poisoning. First, there is a sense of denial but when the bug takes control. The sense of denial only ends when the floodgates are literally open. It was so bad. The medical services in Nepal is about as good as a Lonely Planet guide book. It was pretty unfortunate. But I found out the taste of the rehydrating salt solution from Boots tastes so bad that it made me want to vomit. Hence I resorted to by ‘not quite for diarrhoea but still does similar thing berry juice’ for my spell of dia-ing.
It was obviously only funny once she was fully recovered. I was pretty serious before then but I might have made a couple of ‘ill-advised’ jokes. So unsurprisingly, perhaps fittingly in Nepal,’ Karma gave my own encounter with food poisoning at 3300m in the Himalayas 2 months later. In possibly the worst place, where I needed to be at my strongest to ascend the pass at 5416m. I was so lucky to see a doctor there. My symptoms was in Nepali but he drew the two circles representing 2 pills after meals, genius, I understood fully what I had to do, turd hard and trek hard.
Adventures of Delboy 