I Wish I Were Dead

So I haven't posted anything in a few weeks due to a combination of factors. One was the fact that I was traveling in the backwoods of Vietnam (there is such a thing), and an internet cafe was impossible to find, or the internet was down.

The other reason was that I think I contracted norovirus. Whatever it was, it caused things to be violently expelled from both ends of my body. Plus I had a fever and the craziest chills I've ever seen. I was shaking vigorously in the sun in 90 degree weather with a blanket. Not good.

The good news, is that I got sick at a time on the tour where we weren't seeing any sights. The bad news, is that we weren't seeing any sights because we were traveling for 8-12 hours a day to get back home. On a bus. Across really crappy roads. I have never wished for death to be so swift.

After 3 days, we make it to Long Xuyen, where Kiet's parents give me a Vietnamese pharmacist's cocktail. It's 5 various pills. Fearing nothing, I take all five. The next day, I feel better, but not 100%. Kiet's parents give me cocktail number two: eight pills. Have the Vietnamese never heard of coating their medicines? I choke down all 8, and as of today, I feel pretty decent.

I don't know if I'll update any more posts before I make it back to the states. But now you know why I've been slacking.