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.
Below are a few videos of Berkley’s first and second intentional insect meals. When in Rome..
The market was huge and covered in tasty looking food. The shopping on the other hand was distinctly focused on tourist, although we were able to find a few good souvenirs.
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.
Oops! The floating market was closed, but that didn’t stop us from finding an amazing lunch of spicy noodle soup!
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.