Yesterday I organised to meet Zedenik and Ava who I originally met on the Mekong boat, at 8am. I have no idea what happened but I woke late. I felt I had been drugged.
Last night I went out to the restaurant up town then came back to the guesthouse to watch the 6 Nations Rugby.
I awoke at 8.30 with a message asking if I was OK. I feel I had blacked out in the night. I hardly knew where I was let alone the time. Luckily Zedenik and Ava could wait. I crawled onto my bike and rode to the cafe, only 2kms away.
I was bad company. But really happy to see them and their friendly faces and the conversation brightened my day.
As I was so late they had to leave sooner, I rode back to my guesthouse and booked another night. Then went to lie down, which is where I have been all day.
Maybe the combination of staying up late watching the rugby. Now 4.30pm and still feeling a bit dodgy.
I phoned a few friends to just give me confidence all was OK.
Being ill and/or feeling out of sorts is a tough thing when a long way from home and alone.
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