The royal Palace, Vimaneck mansion, and emerging illness
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March 5th, 2008 – by: Pearl510
After the market we visit the Royal Palace complex.
Soon I find myself surrounded by mainly Thai people. In front of me to students exchange lotuses, on my left a parent teaches his little girl how to sit in the right praying position, and to my right an old man bows to the ground in respect for the Buddha. I am to amazed to do anything but watch the events around me, the Buddha and the inside of the temple (which is equally nice). After a good 10 minutes I look around and notice every one of my tour group is already gone. But I don't feel like leaving yet so stay just were I am. I arrive therefor pretty late at the meeting point, but nobody complains. I can't help I need more than few minutes to take in this place. But maybe for others it isn't that interesting, since you can't take any photo's of it.
After hanging around in the temple area we go to the residential area, where Mac starts his explanations. All of a sudden I start to feel really sick and sweaty, with terrible cramps. At first I thought it would go away, but after a good five minutes I was pretty sure it wouldn't. Not paying attention any longer to Mac's story, I search for a pill in my backpack, thinking nothing more than "I need a toilet, NOW". Yet the explanation takes another 5 minutes, during which I have to try extremely hard not to... Well I'm not going to share any details here. All I can say is that when I finally found a toilet it was the only one not occupied, and dirty as hell.
Cramps only get worse during the afternoon, but I try not to concentrate on them as we are visiting the wooden Vimaneck palace in Dusit Park. We also encounter a huge iguana their, which don't live in Belgium so was quite a spectacle on it's own for us simple tourists :) The Vimaneck was nice, but I would not visit again.
We return to the hotel pretty early, so everyone can clean up for the diner that night. Yet all I'm capable of is crouching into a little ball on the bed and count the seconds between the waves of cramps, then run to the toilet, get back on the bed, run to the toilet,... I feel really bad not only because of the pain (I've got a bit sick before of temperature and food change in Spain and Italy, but never anything like this), but also because I seem to be the only one that's sick.
After a while of searching something to blame I start to think it is because of the antibiotics I got earlier to get rid of my earache soon, so I'd be able to fly. Antibiotics = no more resilience for the next 6 months, so that must be it. Having found some cause doesn't make me feel better though. And I need to get back on my feet soon because their is diner. Not like have any interest in the food, but there is this show of traditional dances that comes with it, and that one I don't want to miss.
So at 8pm I'm sitting at this long low table that at first looks like you have to sit next to it on the ground. But we wouldn't be on a tourists tour if they wouldn't have found something to make that more comfortable for us poor Westerners.
When I get changed to go to bed some hours later I notice that I have scratched imprints of my fingernails all over my sides. Ouch! Yet the dancing was ok, touristy but nice, and so I am also glad I didn't stay in the hotel. After all, it wouldn't have made any difference. And I'm not planning on missing anything of this trip.
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