There Is Only So Such A Person Can Puke Up. 🤮

Standing over the toilet bent double retching my guts out, then turning round to sit on the toilet. This pattern repeated itself throughout the night. Oh definately nothing fun going on here. I got some sleep then repeated this sequence throughout the night. The pain in my stomach was really not fun.

Eventually I took some Imodium with a sip of water that I could keep down which helped the situation. This helped me to get some sleep, but I went in and out of sleep consciousness getting up at what I thought was 10am but was actually 2pm.

My body desperately dehydrated I went out to find a 7Up or Sprite but could only find a fizzy orange drink. I sat down and drank 3 of the 6

There is a massive crossroads just outside my window the lorries instead of stopping blare on their horns as they come through. The cacophony of noise is traumatic to bare with the headache I now have.

There will definitely be no food passing my lips today, just the thought makes my stomach convulse.

Being ill and alone in a very foreign country is a tough gig. Everything is alien, the sound, the food, the voices, the drink. And no-one to talk to. It’s lonely and fearful. I’m really not happy.

The next town is bigger its only about 55kms I will try to ride there tomorrow. It’s flat and hopefully I can find some boring western food like a bun or roll.