Goodbye Bangkok…

A dramatic turn of events. Just before my departure to Istanbul I came down with a wicked case of what we kindly refer to as “stomach problems”. I prefer to call it the GI tract version of monsoon season. I did my damnedest to make that flight but when it really got bad at the airport, I finally had to give in. Preamtip took me to the hospital, the doc just yawned a bit and handed me the usual litany of medications, and I picked them up at the pharmacy. I then spent two days awaiting a rebooked flight and mostly sleeping and trying to drink fluids. It sucked, but I am always reminded of my time in Syria/Turkey (chapter “My Last Supper” in The Yogurt Man Cometh) and I realize I don’t have it so bad after all.

Next stop Istanbul, not Constantinople.

Just added a March 9 entry about snorkeling and dolphins… check it out below!