During the night I was struck by some kind of stomach bug and had a miserable time. We cancelled the tour we were due to do and I spent the day in bed, and Beth by the pool.
Being ill abroad is the worst, all you want is your own bed and your mum!! I literally just slept, sipped water, and cried as I felt super sorry for myself (I wanted to be enjoying paradise!!!).
Beth had to go it alone for dinner as I watched a Bridget Jones marathon on TV.
I have no idea what the cause was, but probably a mixture of dodgy food vendors, extreme heat, swallowing sea water, and a tad of exhaustion (having fun for 65 days in a row is tiring!). When you’re away for this long, getting ill abroad is inevitable!
