“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the Earth all one’s lifetime.”..... Mark Twain
Thursday, October 26, 2017
Cold in Cambodia
There has been an aura of unreality
to leaving for Asia. Both of us feel it, neither of us understand it.
Is it that we’ve planned too
far in advance? Is it because only the first 2 weeks of 5 are planned and the rest
of our time is up in the air? Is it the ever-present specter of MamaDrama? Is
it because I was too involved with the new business begun and training?
It begun with MamaDrama. West
Coast Mama’s caretaker gave us 2 weeks’ notice the day before we left the country.
Oy. We will be back in 5 weeks. Plans were made, emails and text’s flying thru
the interweb between family members. We felt ok to leave, nonetheless.
Bangkok - the Venice of Asia
We boarded All Nippon Air,
flight DF2348 to Narita, Toyko airport at 130pm on Tuesday. I had the sniffles.
By the time we had landed in Japan, 11 hours later, the sniffles had turned my
nose into a raging river of snot. 7 hours later, finally landing in Bangkok, my
head was in a vise squeezing any grey matter out of my head thru my nose or
eyes. The pas de resistance was developing concurrent “cough and pee.” Welcome
Super Nurse that I am, I had a
sheet of pseudoephedrine with me. I went thru that like a junky with an 8 ball.
Flying out early the next morning, Weds., to Cambodia, my symptoms became more pronounced.
For those who have not traveled to certain parts of the world, travelers are
met in immigration with heat sensors. Giant thermometers looking for sickies in
the crowd. I have witnessed several people detained for fevers and illness. I
think the “Andromeda Strain” has been seen in every language and country. You
no welcome here, sick girl.
The icing on the cake? It is
illegal to have pseudoephedrine in Thailand. Great.
Thank goodness, the flight to
Cambodia from Bangkok was only an hour. However, during that flight my right eye
finally just popped out of my head. Not really, but it felt like it did. I think
I scared the Young German man in the seat beside me. Taking my last 2 Pseudoephedrine,
I skinnied thru immigration.