Emergency Post

NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH 

I have a long history of weak stomach-itis. My earliest memories of this gift was with my Mother, in the car, throwing up on the way to the doctor. I think it happened every time. When on trips to ski jumping meets we would stop for breakfast and I always wanted hot chocolate which did not stay long on the inside. From a previous post you are aware of my amusement park illness. When I first started working in London, home of the blandest food on the planet, I got sick. I have issues.

The Agony of Re-food began 120 minutes before starting a marathon 36 hours of travel, free tickets have their price in the form of a near half day layover in Tokyo. The funky dropped in uninvitedly when we arrived at the Saigon airport to check in. I was hoping it was something else, but as time passed I knew that I was in trouble. For the next seven hours it was coming out from high and low with the most intensity that I can recall. Out of my nose it flowed as well because apparently my mouth was not big enough. That happened a few times. The muscles in my abdomen seized completely and it took me a few minutes to stand upright.

Patti scored some passes to the VIP lounge in Saigon. Free food and drinks. I had planned to enjoy that time reading and blogging.  For our 10 hour layover in Japan we had a communication breakdown with Japan Airlines that caused us to remain in the airport rather then head out and see some sights. With my issues staying in the airport is just as well.

Something happened that could be unprecedented in sick traveler grossness lore, which Patti,and good taste, do not allow for posting. Let's just say I had two very close calls and a direct hit.

It must have been those chopsticks from the other day, or the boat breakfast, or the fruit on the boat.  It is all about the boat.

Sick in Saigon.

Jacked up in Japan.