It was a great holiday, but...
... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
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Stool sample
Was on an overland expedition in Kenya and had been feeling like utter shit for a few days (high temperature, shivering, very loose bowels, etc), so, on reaching some godforsaken town, our driver suggested I visit the doctor's surgery and get checked out for malaria. The nice plump lady doctor did all the tests then handed me a tiny blue pot with a little "spade" in the lid and told me to provide a stool sample. She also handed me a huge rusty key and gave me directions to a nearby yard where about 100 kids were playing football. The key, it turned out, was to unlock the door of the worst toilet in Africa (made the one in Trainspotting look like the Hilton). So there I am, squatting down in a roasting hot corrugated iron shack (with a football being constantly kicked against it)over a stinking hole in the earth trying not to throw up as I pebbledashed the "facilities". Remarkably I actually managed to get some liquid poo in the container in the end.
The whole episdode left me feeling profoudly depressed, I can tell you.
Didn't have malaria though.
Woo.
No apologies for length or consistency.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 11:14, Reply)
Was on an overland expedition in Kenya and had been feeling like utter shit for a few days (high temperature, shivering, very loose bowels, etc), so, on reaching some godforsaken town, our driver suggested I visit the doctor's surgery and get checked out for malaria. The nice plump lady doctor did all the tests then handed me a tiny blue pot with a little "spade" in the lid and told me to provide a stool sample. She also handed me a huge rusty key and gave me directions to a nearby yard where about 100 kids were playing football. The key, it turned out, was to unlock the door of the worst toilet in Africa (made the one in Trainspotting look like the Hilton). So there I am, squatting down in a roasting hot corrugated iron shack (with a football being constantly kicked against it)over a stinking hole in the earth trying not to throw up as I pebbledashed the "facilities". Remarkably I actually managed to get some liquid poo in the container in the end.
The whole episdode left me feeling profoudly depressed, I can tell you.
Didn't have malaria though.
Woo.
No apologies for length or consistency.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 11:14, Reply)
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