I have come down with a case of the man flu so I spend the day in bed. It’s not exactly what I want to do but I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus. About two weeks ago I got some heat sores on my hip and buttock that got infected. The glands in my neck swelled up until it hurt to even brush against them when tightening my helmet so I bought some Amoxan and heat rash cream over the counter at a pharmacy. The infections on my skin settled but my immune system was already low so I found myself with the man flu. Besides, it was a lovely excuse to lay in bed and watch a whole season of Orange is the New Black on my laptop.
Sometimes days like this make me feel like a bad traveller. I wonder whether the experienced travelers whose blogs I read have days when they just need to stay in bed and rest or whether they are always out there exploring and pushing themselves. I wonder whether I should even admit it on my blog but I think the more honest I am the less pressure there might be on others to be perfect. I mean, none of us can be perfect or healthy all the time.
The rest does me good and by the time my cousin comes to pick me up for dinner at my uncle’s house I am refreshed and ready to eat yet more food.
Amongst the delicous meal there is snake that my cousin bought me to taste. I have to say it is a wonderfully tasty meat that has been prepared to perfection.
He has also bought lizard, which is equally delicious.
Durian fruit on the other hand, even when wrapped in a brightly coloured pancake, is disgusting. I don’t know how I kept the two mouthfuls down but there was no way I could spit it out because the smell was so rank it would have ruined the evening for everyone. My reaction to the durian creates much good natured laughter as the locals tuck in.