that's exactly how i felt on day 9. i woke up just in time for lunch. finally, a free day! i was still down with flu and over lunch i told the group that there was a bit of blood when i spit and that was likely because of throat irritation whenever i coughed. my dear roommate was quite concerned, and i'm almost sure it was him who told sofie, because she talked to me and said it was imperative that we see a doctor. she scouted for one and came back to say that the doctor was available and in fact - the bright yellow building was a hospital!
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| the color of jaundice. my kind of hospital. |
and so we went. while waiting, i sat near an open room that i can imagine was their A&E center. there was a local man in red overalls, acting disoriented. someone came to say that the doctor will attend to me shortly, and we asked if the man was alright. she assured us that he's being cared for. the man was talking - not sure if to us or to himself, and then he started to tilt his head and wail. he had a giant cottonball pressed against his ear and it was covered in blood. when a grown man is crying in pain in front of you, that was very hard to ignore. i started to cry too :( damn you, mr. overalls.
a nurse finally came and gave him some medication. the woman let him lay down, and he seemed to be getting calm, albeit still talking loudly to himself. another local passed by, listened to him momentarily, then walked off smiling and shaking his head. i wonder what he was actually saying.
the doctor came and said hello and asked me what seems to be the problem, and i told her the indications. then she excused herself and talked to the injured man, and then she sent him away! as the man left the room, he saw sofie and he completely lost it. it was like he saw an angel, he couldn't believe it! he walked up to sofie and took her hand, unsuccessfully gave her a kiss on the cheek, but then he touched her hair! i was suspecting it was the strong medication, but sofie said he was also reeking of alcohol. i was quite impressed at how calm and collected she was the whole time, because that was definitely creepy. yet also, super funny. (sorry sofie, i had to tell this story!)
anyway, basically the doctor told me it's just common flu and that i just need some rest and everything will be fine. she gave me some medication (just in case) and she did not charge me because she said it's too complicated. fine by me!
back in the yacht, the nice people were preparing dinner. emma said that they made a special dessert. i told them some time back that paps makes the best chocolate mousse, and they asked for the recipe and made it! god, i love that woman.
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| finger.licking.good. |
after dinner the guys wanted to stretch their legs so they walked about. it seemed that they went to the cafe/bar but it was already closed, so they came back to get booze and planned to find a spot somewhere to drink. "wanna come?", pieter asked. one of the hardest things to say no to, was a good drinking time. "why not?", i obliged. of course i'm going.
we saw a couple of teenagers and asked them for a good spot to drink. the guy pointed to an area uphill, and he said "look for the orange box". it's always smart to ask the locals. especially the young ones.
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| here comes trouble |
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| THE orange box |
on the way there we saw two danish guys - the owner and boatman of wilda! we invited them to join us for drinks and we were told about a birthday party the next day. since we don't have anything else planned, that seemed to fit right into our calendar. it got pretty cold, and i guess everybody wanted to catch up on some sleep, so we headed back before midnight.
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