From Munich to Melbourne via South East Asia in April-May 2010, despite Icelandic volcanic ash and Bangkok barricades.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Day 17, Friday 7th May, Siem Reap

After an uneasy night's sleep my digestive system violently expelled and regurgitated last night's meal over a period of hours, leaving me feeling very frail. It was definitely the Chicken Amok that did it, though I've had  the same dish before. I decided it was due to having the special of the day, which was prepared in advance and possibly spent just a bit too long in the heat. Most meals take a while to come, because they are prepared freshly. Denise, who ate the same meal, was unaffected, but then, she was ill for almaost a week when she first came to Cambodia, so perhaps she'd built up some resistance to local bugs.

I spent the whole day in bed, rejecting attempts to clean the room, sleeping and watching BBC World News repeating endessly how astonished Britain was to find itself with a "hung parliament". By late afternoon I knew by heart what Gordon Brown, David Cameron or Nick Clegg was going to say whenever he made the same appearance, for the 6th or 7th time.

I showered and dressed and emerged around 5 pm, confided my conditioned to the ever-solicitous hotel staff, and was offered a visit to a family member's clinic, not expensive.
I'm insured anyway, so I took up the offer and was driven by car to a suburban chemist shop, where the receptionist described my symptoms and translated, and I bought two sorts of pink pills and 4 packets of orange electrolyte powder, for about $3.

Pharmacist and family:



Lobby of the hotel Encore Angkor in Siem Reap, with shrine, with offerings (cup of coffee, food):


Hotel lobby, bare feet was the rule (shoes to be left in a rack outside). The floor was cleaned constantly throughout the day.

I dined on some crackers found in the supermarket, so I could start on the pills,
to be taken after meals, otherwise it was water, tea, and sprite or coca cola.


 Wondered about what to do, feeling better for the day in bed but still not top fit. A few hours of Angkor still to do, and a five hour bus ride to Phnom Penh?

On TV, the British had moved on just a little bit.

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