Recovery?

Rule of the day: don't eat or drink anything that doesn't come out of a plastic wrapper or bottle.

Everybody is coming down with what I had (i.e. intense TD). So, waking up at 2:00 am, completely emptying out everything (...), high fevers and weird dreams, and having an intense dislike for the fish market outside our door.

I feel better but I still 'hate' the food here. Nothing like a kick to the entire GI tract to make one yearn for Rtiz crackers and peanut butter. I'll consider myself fully recovered once I go out for sugarcane juice.

I've been getting some comments and emails from people on the blog here, and it is so nice to know that people are interested in what I'm experiencing. Consider this post an apology if I am late in responding to you, or don't respond at all. I feel really limited with no Facebook and only knowing a handful of emails (and if you leave comments on the blog, it is to a 'no-reply' email). Additionally, they have us scheduled pretty tight, and between waking up at 6:00, four hours of language each morning, group dinners and some sight-seeing, we're all ready to crash come 10:00. In the next few months, we will be traveling and might not have internet at all. So basically, I'm doing my best ;)

To make up for the lack of pictures lately (I was busy praying to the porcelain goddess), here are some photos from the (now suspect) street food and karaoke.

when the only word you can understand on the menu is 'chicken', what are the odds of ordering the chicken feet?

friends

 

we couldn't read it, either

it's my life - bon jovi

little did we know that this expression would be stuck on my face for the entirety of the following day - fever isn't flattering