Leaving Thailand

We left Chiang Mai by plane to Bangkok to go meet my brother and his wife Ana. It was good to see him and finally meet Ana, and long overdue. After a fun evening with them eating by the river and having a few drinks (purchased by them), I felt unusually bloated and full. This wasn't that unusual as I consumed a copious amount of food and beer, but something was different about this feeling. When I got into the taxi on the way home I started sweating profusely (even more profusely than usual) and felt dizzy. By then end of the taxi ride I was doing all I could to not belch forth whatever demons were in my stomach (something i'm pretty good at; both the holding in of, and expulsion of stomach demons).

We made it to our hostel, and I went straight to the lavatory. I prayed to the porcelin god for a few minutes, but none were answered, so I grabbed the rubber-maid trash bin on the way out and took it to my room. Moments after, I began a chorus of contrapuntal convulsions, likely looking like a cat coughing up a hair ball, but sounding much more violent and loud. Luckily the trash bin had a plastic bag lining. The next 6 hours were spent in the bathroom, alternating between oral and anal explosions. Anita felt fine. Good times.

The next day I felt much better, but my appetite for food was destroyed. Best diet ever. We caught the train to Vientianne, Laos, that evening. The train itself was something that was probably state of the art 50 years ago. It was very well put together but seemed shabby with age and the lack of newer facilities. It was comfortable in a Russian sub kind of way. It was a 14 hour journey, but we had sleeper seats (I had bottom bunk) so it wasn't too bad. At the border we received our visa, took a 30 minute taxi to Vientianne, and checked in. No a bad trip considering I was recovering from a stomach flu and it was 14 hours.