On the day that Ollie left (last Saturday) I ate some very dodgy street food in Cancun, and while I´m feeling a lot better now, the intervening days have been.... interesting.
|Isla Mujeres - perfect blue sea|
|More beautiful blue sea!|
I was less convinced by my own foolish logic two days later, stuck in the toilet on Isla Mujeres. While I wasn´t as elaborately ill as in Nepal, I still had very painful stomach cramps and decided a quick trip to the pharmacy would be a good idea. The guy behind the counter could speak reasonable English and was very helpful, but he couldn´t really help me until I´d had a consultation with the resident doctor. So, I waited upstairs until the very young medical consultant called me in:
"Hablas ingles?", I asked hopefully. "No", she replied. "No hay problema. Hablo espanol!" I said confidently (while not-so-confidently rummaging for my Spanish language bible and quickly searching for the ´health´chapter).
|My lengthy prescription note|
During the moments that the doctor wasn´t laughing at me, she said a few things I understood, a lot of things I didn´t, measured my weight, height and temperature (through a thermometer clamped inelegantly beneath my armpit) and asked my age (one of the few questions I understood first time!)
|My prescribed drugs|
|Lots of pretty colours|
(I have to admit this victory was shortlived, though - I followed the doctors orders and indulged on plenty of cervazas during my first drugged-up night: a unique drunken experience, but I felt so rough the next day that I´ve decided to abstain until I´ve finished the course of medication).
|My ´office´ for the week (red building)|
Until the next (hopefully fully healthy) entry.....
(more pictures below)
|Health and safety issues...?|
|My favourite Isla Mujeres picture so far (apart from the sunset ones below!)|