"And I definitely did ask Mr Esophagus, what is this green jellylike thingy that's crawling on my walls and he just shrugged I tell you! Manners!", complaint the Ms Intestine.
Jellylike thing was a culprit of most discomfort. I knew I was in trouble when I burped and *I* couldn't take it. The first couple of days it was just gas. Like I swallowed a germ's preschool that was having a birthday party with lots and lots of balloons at the time. On the third day, I had this really weird lamb liver sandwich (I don't eat organs, so it's weird for me) and I guess that was the last straw. The tummy went pfft and set the diarrhea level on full.
So after work I decided to go out to get some charcoal pills. Now I assumed that the pharmacist there would know a little english and I'd just go there and tell the dude I want some charcoal pills and be done. Alas, The guy at the counter couldn't understand what I was saying. I didn't have internet connection (data plans are just starting there too). Darn.
I rub tummy and made a sad face. The guy's face lit up with understanding and got me this:
|good luck googling.|
I turned on the calculator app on the phone and let him key in the price there, paid and went back home and took my first dose.
Finally connected to the hotel internet, I googled those two things Senazol treats and I am glad amebiasis's description sounds something like cholera. I guess I took the right meds then! I was also happy to know that my imaginary vagina was getting treated for trichomoniasis as well. phew! two stones with one bird!
I mean, two birds with one stone.
And here's some more pictures!
|them motorcycles could be modified for anything|
|the stone castle. more on this later.|
|raisins, raisins, raisins, sweets, nuts, and raisins.|
|the interior of the masjid as-saleh. this is facing the entrance.|