Turns out it wasn’t sun stroke. Since my condition worsened and my fever hadn’t gone away after 3 days, we decided to get to the hospital in Phuket. Oddly enough, it’s name is Bangkok Hospital. I don’t want to go into the gritty details of my condition, but they gave me fluids and against doctors orders I signed myself out, and I am self medicating. We cross checked all this with our nurse friend, Sandra, who will be joining us in just a few days in Vietnam, and she said self treatment should be fine. I don’t recommend going to a hospital in Thailand. In plain view across from us was a guy with his leg cut open to the bone with a doctor with no mask digging around trying to get something out, beds full of people groaning and crying, and a nurse that has to be THE WORST nurse in the world at giving an I.V.
Since last post i’ve been laid out on my back in our hut feeling like i’ve been beat on by a gang of monkeys. The sunburn that followed our little adventure wasn’t so bad but other symptoms started creeping in, like stiff joins, a horrible headache, sensitive skin, nausea, and a bloated painful stomach. My first thought was to get on web MD and type in my symptoms (bad idea) for at least a full day we were convinced I had either malaria, west nile, yellow fever, dengue fever, or meningitis, none of those would have been fun. At this point the fever is low enough where we are fairly sure it was a bad case of sun stroke and severe dehydration.
So if you plan on kayaking 8-10 miles in 97 degree heat drink more then just one liter of water.
Up early and off to Khao Sok national park, we were picked up by the tour company at around 8 am and by 9 am we were in the jungle. Our guide Ja was a humorous, ex park ranger who joked with us while leading us through the park trails. We spotted some monkeys (langurs), a stick bug, squirrels, and many birds. After an hour hike we stopped for a brief swim in the river. The water was cool, refreshing and filled with carp, needle fish and catfish of all sizes. We stopped for lunch and had a rather bland tourist version of massaman curry and some fried chicken. After lunch was a bamboo raft trip down the Khao Sok river. We stopped to have tea boiled in rungs of bamboo, served in bamboo cups. As our tea was simmering one of the raft captains took us for a little stroll through the jungle nearby. We saw a giant durian tree with young spiky durian. It’s no surprise that these fruit can be fatal if one falls from the tree. They can become about the size of a basketball and is encrusted in hard, sharp spikes. We, then came upon some rubber trees. Berkley was intrigued, because the little bowls collecting rubber were mostly full, with a plump white ball. Our raft man didn’t speak much English, but with some miming he told her it was ok to touch it. It was springy and wet, just as you would expect fresh rubber to feel. What she didn’t expect was the smell. Sadly I learned this too late, as everybody had already followed suit and touched the rubber. It turns out that rubber smells absolutely abhorrent. The smell clung to our fingers throughout the rest of the day, despite many washing attempts.
As we were floating down the lazy river on our bamboo raft, I spied a rope swing. I swung like Tarzan off the random dangling rope. Berkley shot some pretty great video of me swinging on the rope. Almost as amazing as my dads video of me catching a huge tarpon on the beach in mexico.
We continued on, and our raft captain pointed out a mangrove snake coiled up in a tree. Pretty neat. Quite soon after it began to rain thick, heavy rain. Within minutes we were drenched to the bone. It sure put the rain in rainforest.
After around 15 taxi drivers flat out refused to take us to a restaurant we wanted called the Royal Dragon (named the biggest restaurant in the world by Guinness) we headed back to tourist-ville to drown our sorrows and pricey watered down drinks and curry.
I’m pretty sure the kid who handed this flying rodent was saying. “Yeah he doesn’t bite, he’s supper sweet and lovable. What the video doesn’t show is as soon as Berkley handed him back to the little boy the little guy bit a huge chunk out of the kids finger and it started gushing blood. We might need to learn a bit of the language if we plan on staying here for the next two months.
When my parents visited us in Japan they brought my iPhone with them. That combined with insanely cheap Thai phone service means that I’ll be posting more throughout the day. You can look forward to some awesome typos and spelling mistakes, just remember I’m typing on my phone.
Our buddy Kazuma, who showed us around Tokyo. Was kind enough to throw a Halloween/welcome Seth and Berkley to Japan party. That’s where we were introduced to PSY Gungnam style. It’s a song that is currently (according to Kazuma) plaguing south easy Asia right now.