La tourista, esta la vida

Day 45 – Phuket, Thailand

(I don’t speak Spanish, so I’m quite sure that my title doesn’t mean a thing.)

To be poetic about it, the porcelain goddess called me to her altar and had me worship all day.

In between bouts of sickness, I asked the hostel to keep me a second night -they were nice about it-, and since I wasn’t going anywhere, I asked about laundry.

Usually, I like when they have guests do their own laundry in communal machines, but this time I would have liked to give them the bag and not worry about it until it came back clean!

I also had the perfect excuse to go the nearby 7-Eleven and buy all sort of drinks full of sugar and usually bad for your health, and nothing is fun like drinking a tiny amount and counting it as a victory to keep it down.

And of course, I lost my hat.

There isn’t really a link. I bought my hat in Vietnam, dragged it to Laos and to Thailand, used it less and less, but thought that for my upcoming week on the beach, it would be useful. So I dragged it on the plane with me, prepared to ditch it after said week on the beach.

As it happens, I dragged it on the plane, off the plane, and when taking my backpack back from the carousel, I put it down and forgot to take it back. That’s Karma for you.

But the day passed, I went to sleep with a tablet against a mild bout of fever and very probably dehydration, and I woke to a new day feeling fit as a fiddle.

This has nothing to do with the previous part: a few days ago, I found a bottle of purple carrot juice. How could I resist?