Didn’t sleep well on the train. Kept drifting in and out due to the awkward positioning of the chair. I also wasn’t feeling well. At around eight my stomach took a turn for the worse… I made a sprint for the bathroom. Opened the door and puked in the toilet. Spent the next ten minutes over the porcelain alter (or should I say metal altar).
Two hours of feeling miserable later we arrived in Cairo. I was feeling allot better after puking, but still…. Just wanted to get home. However, the Americans we met on the train were looking for a hostel in Cairo. We felt obligated to help them. We walked with them over to the Africa House Hostel. Talked to the staff for a minute, and then caught a cab home.
Evan and I both enjoyed our trip, but were happy to be home. All I could think about was getting to bed. However, first I walked down to the corner store and bought some water. Finally I got back and passed out for the next seven hours.
Woke up again… still feeling awful, but trying to be productive. Worked a little bit on my essay, but not much. Ended up watching TV and huddling under a blanket. Watched The Green Mile. Really good movie, but very sad.
Couldn’t muster the appetite to eat so I just drank water. Called Sara to tell her about my week and then went to bed early. Hopefully I’ll feel better tomorrow.
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