Traveling among the Microbes
Trip Start Dec 04, 2007
56Trip End Feb 26, 2008
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Anyway, I finished my fabulous meal, and walked home past the massage parlors, many bars filled with farangs and many very friendly women in very short skirts
We traveled first class/ ac which made the train ride more comfortable than if we were in second or third class, where folks sit on the floor when they over pack the car. ( I thought about my brother Don's story of El Mixto, a half freight/half passenger train he took in Guatemala. When they overpacked the cars, the toilet system overflowed into the coach., but that is another story.) Back to my train; as the train jostled about, I took a few photos, and made a few short video clips of the train I hope to share here. In short order, I felt the need to use the "facilities" The facilities consisted of a Squat Toilet (known over here as an "Eastern Toilet" in a cubicle at the back end of the coach. There was very little room, no handles or railings, and a gaping hole in the bowl going directly to the tracks below. The whole bowl is about 2 inches high and a foot wide, and a few inches deep, there is no water in the bowl
Over the next 6 hours, I resolved to learn how to handle this situation. I can say now, days later, that I did not do well. I have resolved to stay in a hotel instead, next time.
Once we arrived in Pitsanoolok, we took a cab for a one hour drive to our hotel (Jand J Guesthouse- $30 US) and I took the bed closest to the bathroom and went to bed. That night about midnight, things changed. I awoke for my routine visit to our bathroom, and found my mouth and eyes dry, eyes sunken, even though I had been pounding the water. I had a slight temp of 99.9 and was sweating. My stomach was more bloated than normal. I felt I was getting worse. That was when it happened. My body flew into a complete rebellion against that wonderful soup I had consumed over 30 hours earlier and the projectile vomiting began. It was over as soon as it began. Maybe 2 minutes, tops. I had a case of what India traveler's call "Delhi Belly" . Following the projectile vomiting episode, my fever broke, I felt better, and decided to break out the first aide kit. I took 2 ciproflaxicin (SP?) a day, ( I will "run" these for a week) , and Azithromyicin (one a day for three days). With my water I began breaking out the Rehydration packages we had brought along. They supplied glucose, potassium, and sodium that I was quickly loosing. I had three of these over the next day. Things improved from this point on. I layed in, while Barb took a tour of another nearby 13th century ruin on Super Tuesday
Barb had done a grea job of keeping me supplied in quart bottles of water and paper. So when it was over, (God, I hope it is over}, my Super Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday were not so Super after all. In all, I consumed over 22 quarts of water. In four days I ate one breakfast and had two rolls.
I managed to visit Sokhothai with Barb on our last day there. She rode a bicycle around the beautiful parklike setting, while I opted for a motorbike. It was in the mid nineties, w no wind. My cycle allowed us to ride together periodically to the sites which are further removed from the main site. I was also cooler on the motorcycle, which helped me somewhat.
I am now five days out from the onset and I am still somewaht dehydrated, and a bit woosey. I am still pounding the liguids. My next post will be mostly shots of the Sukhothai, the 13th century capital of Siam.