Martin and I arrived back from Spain early yesterday evening. The journey took 9 hours and involved 6 different modes of transportation (taxi, coach, plane, bus, train and finally tram) all while I was still feeling a little bit “tender” after a nasty case of food poisoning the day before. I spent our last full day curled up on the bed between bouts of being on or hugging the toilet.
The sad thing is, this isn’t the first time I’ve been struck down with food poisoning while on holiday. When I was in traveling alone in Morocco a few years ago, I suffered the same fate, except that time I had to manage an 8 hour train ride from Fes to Marrakech. I was so sick that the fact that the station and my train were overrun with rioters and police didn’t faze me, even when our train was being pelted by rocks and I witnessed young men being beaten by the police just outside my window – but that’s really a whole other story for another time.
Luckily, the owners of the B&B where I was staying in Fes had some anti-nausea and Imodium tablets to give me before I had to catch my train. They did not speak any English so I had to mime to them, while in tears, what the problem was…vomiting and diarrhoea in case you were curious (not my proudest moment – but they were so lovely and concerned for me). Oddly enough, these were the same tablets I found in my travel emergency kit on this trip. They were two years expired, but I was desperate for any relief.
Up until the food poisoning, we had an awesome time. I didn’t take a huge amount of photos, but I will spend some of today uploading and editing them so I can post them and write about the trip early next week. The plan for today is to relax in my pyjamas, get caught up on Great British Bake Off and get rehydrated.