Sick III: Bugger.
Woke up this morning to dawn chorus hammering at a head that was freshly exploded, eyes that were gummed shut, hollow aching limbs, and a brand new fever.
Oh. Not quite that much recovered, then.
Still, who needs the home comforts of kathmandu - hot hot showers, soap, edible food, clean water, people who speak english - nobody needs all that stuff when they're ill, do they?
Into the sardine-micro-bus I go.
Oh. Not quite that much recovered, then.
Still, who needs the home comforts of kathmandu - hot hot showers, soap, edible food, clean water, people who speak english - nobody needs all that stuff when they're ill, do they?
Into the sardine-micro-bus I go.
posted by Lectrice at lunes, febrero 27, 2006
5 Advice:
*huggles and eucalyptus inhalations*
unsolicited medical advice for the day: stay hydrated. and, um. try to stay away from maoist rebels.
And today I got your postcard from Kathmandu!
Are you still ill as of today? Btw, Philippines was nearly put under martial law.
Life would have been a teeny bit more interesting for comfort. And this being the year of the dog.
Arf. Arf.
On the bright side - at least there are sardines.
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