Well, I’m getting over a 5 day bout of something…It’s been a weird experience being sick on the road. I’ve been able to go out and keep a little active with the help of aspirin, but at night when you’re lying in bed sweating, all you can think of is the health section in the lonely planet guidebook that talks about all the dangerous tropical diseases out there. For a while, I’d convinced myself that I’d contracted a combination of yellow fever, Japanese encephalitis!
I’d started feeling lousy while I was in Lake Toba, but the worst of it didn’t really hit until I’d gotten to Medan where I was going to catch a bus to the northern part of the island en route to Pulah Weh. Once I got to my room, I couldn’t even make myself get out of bed. I spent about two days going between the toilet and the bedroom, wondering if I’d survive. Finally on the morning of the third day I started feeling a lot better. By that evening I was eating solid foods again, and beginning to believe I just might live thru this experience. By the time it was all over I’d lost about 8 pounds in three days, but luckily there was a McDonald’s across the street to help me get it back.
I never did get to see much of the town, but I don’t think I missed much. There was a beautiful mosque right across the street from my guest house, and while I could appreciate its architectural attraction and cultural importance, the call to prayer five times a day right outside my window while sick was enough to almost make me want to consider a modern day crusade.