Down and out…

As the previous day’s post might have left you with a cliffhanger, I shall resolve the tension with this photo…

Yes, my friends… very few escape Africa without some sort of stomach issues. And of course, it would be while staying in the Presidential Suite at the Hilton Hotel that it would happen. But at least all three of us had our own rather large private bathroom in which to handle the situation.

And yes, I say us, because I – Captain Iron Stomach – was laid waste by the Urge of Doom.

Sorry, family, for forgetting to say something. Surprise! I’m kind of expecting the phone to ring moments after I post this…

But I’m fine. Thank goodness we had a few hours to deal with the situation.

Of course, for fear of some sort of libelous statements, I shant say that such an infliction came from one place or another – but all three of us hit by the exact same thing at the same time. I mean, food-borne illnesses have a pretty swift shelf-life and gestation periods… so… anyways…

But, at the end of the day, we made our escape from Ethiopia… even if we did it under slight gastric distress.

Okay, “slight” was definitely not the word…

But, stay tuned… the next country on the list has arrived.
-Noah D.