Friday, June 16, 2006
We arrived back from our honeymoon, after a gruelling 24 hours of travelling by taxi, plane, another plane, yet another plane, train, bus and tram. We brought with us a whole heap of souvenirs such as a leather cowboy hat that fits me better than John Wayne, a bunch of sweaters made of soft Alpaca wool, a woollen hat for every child in the family, T-shirts and so on.
And I brought home a severe case of diarrhoea.
I had bad luck with the last couple of lunches in Quito, every time I picked out the wrong food in the wrong restaurants. So my intestines began to protest. Add a nice triple jet-lag to that and I found myself lying awake all night while my innards produced strange sounds and frighteningly bad smells. It still hurts a lot, so I didn’t go to work today and I have a doctor’s appointment at three. I hope there won’t be too much traffic in our street at that time, I don’t want to be condemned for trying to gas a couple of dozens of bystanders.