I Got Hit Again!!
Wednesday, 16 August 2006
Yes, not even a week has gone by, and I’m down with food poisoning again…. My body had barely recovered from the last bout of diarrhoea, my stomach had shrunken considerably and I was just about to regain my appetite…..
While the food at the village was the cause of my last bout of food poisoning, the food at the hotel proved to be the culprit this time around…. The chicken ala kiev to be exact…. You would have thought that my troubles with food would be over now that I’m back in Dhaka and eating only hotel food…. This experience has proved that this is not the case….
Yes, I’m tired of falling sick, having to deal with a tummy in distress, fighting my sinuses and coping with a fever….. I’m looking forward to going home and eating without worry and sleeping without worrying about power cuts….
It doesn’t help that I’m feeling heavy and bloated…. It doesn’t help that I’m unable to get any form of exercise…. I have to do away with my badminton and futsal sessions…. I don’t get to go for salsa anymore….. instead we stay cooped up in the hotel building, if we’re not in our hotel rooms, or in the café for meals, or in the Finance Department doing work….
So when we get the chance to go out, we do….. my manager who just flew in early this morning wanted to explore a shopping mall called Eastern Plaza, which was about a 20 minute drive away from the hotel….. it turned out to be something like Pertama Complex…. We spent a small fortune on Indian bangles on the 1st floor, found that the 2nd floor was dedicated to saris, the third floor had lots of materials and handicraft while the 4th floor was filled with lots of electrical goods….
On the way back, we decided to have dinner at La Vinci, which served Indian and Western food…. Hehe, despite the weak stomach, I was tired of being so careful over what I eat…. Though I did avoid ordering Indian food, I thought grilled chicken was the safest option for me to take…. So far so good….
On the way back, we had to pass by a street filled with people…. Homeless people, who live on the street…. The pavement was filled with people, in tattered clothes, while some were just lying down on the pavement, others were “fortunate” enough to be sleeping in round rattan baskets….. These are the homeless people of Dhaka, who have nowhere else to go, with nothing much to live for….It does make you count your blessings…..
Yes, not even a week has gone by, and I’m down with food poisoning again…. My body had barely recovered from the last bout of diarrhoea, my stomach had shrunken considerably and I was just about to regain my appetite…..
While the food at the village was the cause of my last bout of food poisoning, the food at the hotel proved to be the culprit this time around…. The chicken ala kiev to be exact…. You would have thought that my troubles with food would be over now that I’m back in Dhaka and eating only hotel food…. This experience has proved that this is not the case….
Yes, I’m tired of falling sick, having to deal with a tummy in distress, fighting my sinuses and coping with a fever….. I’m looking forward to going home and eating without worry and sleeping without worrying about power cuts….
It doesn’t help that I’m feeling heavy and bloated…. It doesn’t help that I’m unable to get any form of exercise…. I have to do away with my badminton and futsal sessions…. I don’t get to go for salsa anymore….. instead we stay cooped up in the hotel building, if we’re not in our hotel rooms, or in the café for meals, or in the Finance Department doing work….
So when we get the chance to go out, we do….. my manager who just flew in early this morning wanted to explore a shopping mall called Eastern Plaza, which was about a 20 minute drive away from the hotel….. it turned out to be something like Pertama Complex…. We spent a small fortune on Indian bangles on the 1st floor, found that the 2nd floor was dedicated to saris, the third floor had lots of materials and handicraft while the 4th floor was filled with lots of electrical goods….
On the way back, we decided to have dinner at La Vinci, which served Indian and Western food…. Hehe, despite the weak stomach, I was tired of being so careful over what I eat…. Though I did avoid ordering Indian food, I thought grilled chicken was the safest option for me to take…. So far so good….
On the way back, we had to pass by a street filled with people…. Homeless people, who live on the street…. The pavement was filled with people, in tattered clothes, while some were just lying down on the pavement, others were “fortunate” enough to be sleeping in round rattan baskets….. These are the homeless people of Dhaka, who have nowhere else to go, with nothing much to live for….It does make you count your blessings…..
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