“I’m rotten from the inside,” Andrew says when we wake up. It’s 6 a.m., and we slept on the restaurant’s couches, our backs bent and our tummies knotted and cramped.
We pile into the car and motor toward Kyrgyzstan. The washboard roads and craggy mountain passes we traverse are little antidote. Consequently, we become acquainted with the fine gas-station toilets of northern Uzbekistan.
“There’s water shooting out of this one,” Mims says, walking out of one bathroom. Buzzing flies circle stains I’ll do you the dignity of not describing.
Imodium, sweet Imodium, is today’s nutritional intake. Have we learned our lesson? Hardly. You either embrace ailments when eating while traveling, or spend your trip consuming fast food. Frankly, I’m surprised it’s taken us this long to become so sick. Once the thought of food no longer makes us nauseous, we’ll return to our regularly scheduled eating.