Broken. Wasted. Horribly, horribly sick. Thank wack-ass Jesus that everyone left today (Camilla back to Oz, Mario, Victoria, the Spanish girls and Irish mom-son duo to Suva) because I spent all morning shitting my guts out and vomiting. Developed a fever of unknown magnitude and slept
all day. I thought I had fucking malaria until I reflected on the past week of laying in the sun all day drinking little water, then drowning myself in alcohol all night. Severe dehydration and sun-sickness combined with a vicious 24-bug (I've shared food, drinks, and cigarettes with a dozen people recently, and washing hands ain't exactly a national pastime here) to absolutely ruin my last full day in Fiji.
Drink Count: 0
No pictures from today, for obvious reasons. So here's a few more from yesterday:
How tan/burned am I?
I always get so attached to people when I travel, though I'll see about 2% of them again in this life. I'd love to see Mario again, but that's doubtful. However, Camilla lives in Cairns right now and if she's still there in September I might run into her again. She was a good one:
How tan/burned am I?
I always get so attached to people when I travel, though I'll see about 2% of them again in this life. I'd love to see Mario again, but that's doubtful. However, Camilla lives in Cairns right now and if she's still there in September I might run into her again. She was a good one:
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