Q IS FOR QUEASY!
THE A- Z CHALLENGE
Yes that horrible feeling in the stomach that sneaks all through you when you've eaten something dodgy, partaken of great food at the cleanest looking restaurant, or even enjoyed a well presented buffet at a sumptuous resort! Just bad luck, but it goes hand in hand with travelling.
Sure you plastered yourself with antiseptic handwash gel, you were careful to only drink bottled water, and you wiped yourself all over after using the toilets. But you are a traveller, you travel new countries, you eat unusual food, you take on bacteria your body just isn't used to, and sooner or later you will get struck down with that horrible nauseous queasy feeling....and you just gotta go....!!
Yep, I know the feeling too well. Before taking off to Ethiopia we both spent a fortune on a course of Dukerol. Two oral doses each at $50 a shot, plus the doctors fee, and we thought the $300 would be money well spent. Dukerol should protect the traveller from cholera and the range of tummy bugs in that family that cause a lot of traveller diarrhea. But 4 days into our Addis Ababa experience I was feeling queasy? Can you believe my luck!? What a waste of money on that med.
|Orchha Resort backdropped by ancient temples.|
I got really crook in Orchha, a city of ancient temples and palaces in between Jhansi and Gwalior in Tikamgarh district of Madhya Pradesh state, India. The buffet at the Orchha Resort I care to blame- it looked so appealing. But it was the height of summer, and long power cuts played havoc with any attempt to keep food refrigerated, so I guess some may have sat on that buffet table too long!
Next day was an early start to get down to Varanasi, and our tour group spent what seemed like hours on the railway platform waiting for the train with me stretched out over any comfy soft bag I could capture, too weak to move. I knew where the restrooms were- anyone in my condition just has too.
Suddenly the need for a mad dash was upon me, so I charged down the platform straight into what looked like the toilets. There was a large room, and a male supervisor behind his desk waving his arms and yelling at me. I grimaced, waved him aside and rushed past him, through a mass of women and just managed to push past one heading into the cubicle.
What went on in there I have no need to describe!
Feeling much better, I exited from the cubicle, through the crowd of women, to be confronted by that gesticulating and agitated supervisor, who was giving me the head wobbles and waving at something outside. I presented him with what I thought was the requested service fee carefully with both hands, smiled and gestured thanks to him. I was out of there.
Only to charge back in 15 minutes later!
This time my new found gentleman friend waved his hands in what I later thought was a sign of resignation, and I charged through another throng of women. Strange that men seem to be able to hold on a long time in India I thought... managed to dive into another cubicle just beating another woman to it.
Coming out my friend never even bothered to wave at me...I guess we were old friends by now. And who knows...we could be meeting again very soon. This was starting to cost a few dollars too!
Those bags had kinked a few back muscles and I was feeling good enough to take a walk towards the other end of the platform... right past a room full men...
The penny dropped!
Have you ever had a queasy travel moment?