I've found that many people
assume that living in Thailand must be comparable to a really, really long
vacation in Thailand, complete with umbrellas in the drinks. I'm not going to
lie, while there were one or two days so far that consisted of nothing but lying
on the beach all day, most days are much different. Generally, traveling in
Thailand (and most of SE Asia) means you have to adjust to common annoyances
such as bugs, uncomfortable beds, rain, awkward miscommunications, cold
showers, 100 degree heat, long transit, missing clothing pieces from your
laundry, bugs, slow Internet, and did I mention bugs? (I currently have over 70
mosquito bites...) And quite honestly, I've traveled enough that these things
don't really bother me. The pros always outweigh the cons.
However, this past week in
Ko Phi Phi, I encountered what I consider to be my absolute worst experience
abroad yet: food poisoning. Every traveler's worst nightmare. I obviously won't
go into much detail, but let's just say it was not pretty. There was about 72
hours straight where I didn't have enough energy to even leave my bed and the
thought of eating anything was the last thing on my mind. It's nearly six days
later and I'm still not fully recovered. Being sick is always lousy, but at
least usually comes with some perks like guilt-free TV watching, chicken noodle
soup, and being taken care of by your Mom/boyfriend/roommate. But being sick
away from the comfort of your home, in a different country, alone, in a dirty
hostel, really hits a new low.
When it comes to food
safety in developing countries, there's a common saying among travelers:
"If you can't boil it, cook it, or peel it, then forget!" I always
follow that rule, and did that day too. Phad Thai (no meat) was the culprit. I
still don't quite understand how. However, I do know that it's going to be a
VERY long time before I'll ever be able to eat that again. That's for
sure.
Anyway, I am alive and doing better each day. I'm still
in a tropical paradise and can't really complain. This post wasn't meant to
attract sympathy, but rather shed some light into the sometimes not so
glamorous side of living abroad. I know that food poisoning was probably going
to be inevitable during my time abroad. And technically, thousands of people
get it in the US every year anyway, so you can't hide from these things. This is
just one of those "challenges" I talked about overcoming, right? Mai
Pen Rai.