Tremendous Thailand
Tuesday, May 2nd, 2006
With only the light from the glowing moon and twinkling stars to guide us, we made our way down the floating pontoon with our luggage. In the distance we could hear the sound of an approaching boat – I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It was a minor miracle I was even here.
“I strongly advise you not to take the flight!” said the pharmacist as he handed me the number to the out-of-hours emergency doctor. Only three days earlier, the night before our flight to Thailand, I’d been hit with a mysterious stomach bug that left me almost incapable of doing anything. I’ll spare you the details, but it wasn’t pleasant. I hadn’t been able to pack properly or sort my dive gear out for the trip. In desperation I’d simply thrown all my gear in the case and travelled to the airport with the others. On the off chance I felt better, I’d travel with them. If I didn’t improve, my trip was going to be over before it had begun.