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ontheedgeandscaredtodeath
Trad climber
San Francisco, Ca
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Topic Author's Original Post - Nov 13, 2008 - 02:53pm PT
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There is the less glamorous side of climbing travel.
I get sick upon contact with Asia. Unfortunately, the squat toilets that you can't flush just throw gasoline on the fire.
No problems in South America.
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apogee
climber
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Nov 13, 2008 - 03:08pm PT
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a vomiting broad
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bluering
Trad climber
Santa Clara, Ca.
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Nov 13, 2008 - 03:12pm PT
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During the first 6 months living in Italy when I was younger, me and my bro wanted some hot-dogs for lunch because my Mom had bought some 'frankfurters' (no Hot Dogs in Italy). Well, my bro had like 3 of them and they didn't sit so well with him. I stopped after one of them, he plowed 3.
About 30 minutes later he's running for the bathroom, doesn't quite make the door before launching a full-on power-puke against the far bathroom wall.
In Asia I've had my share of puking episodes but that was more of a 'smack' thing, nothing to do with the food.
Good times abroad!
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nutjob
Stoked OW climber
San Jose, CA
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Nov 13, 2008 - 03:18pm PT
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I never puked in India, but there are worse things than puking.
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dirtbag
climber
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Nov 13, 2008 - 03:30pm PT
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Has anyone here vomited abroad then watched a foreign dog clean it up?
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stevep
Boulder climber
Salt Lake, UT
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Nov 13, 2008 - 03:36pm PT
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Been there done that.
Normally I've got a pretty cast-iron stomach, but a veggie pastry from a beach vendor in Thailand did me in.
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Chris2
Trad climber
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Nov 13, 2008 - 03:52pm PT
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I've done fine overseas...until I eat any type of meat!
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Fletcher
Trad climber
Max V02
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Nov 13, 2008 - 04:54pm PT
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Part of it is how much your intestinal ecosystem is adapted to the local food and water. :-)
I lived in Hong Kong for a couple of years and travelled all over Asia. Even in HK, which is pretty much a modern city, you'd see a lot of barfing in the streets. You got used to it after a while. You also quickly learned how to turn off your sense of smell.
Usually the sources were street vendors and dai pai dongs (open air stands). And the wet markets were an entire gastronomic experience in and of themselves. But more upscale places were/are also not immune.
I got wacked myself a few times. Lots of fun.
Fletch
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bluering
Trad climber
Santa Clara, Ca.
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Nov 13, 2008 - 05:02pm PT
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Even in HK, which is pretty much a modern city, you'd see a lot of barfing in the streets.
It's the heroin consumption and drunk sailors, not the food though.
When I lived there back in '86, lots of both!!!
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salad
climber
Escondido
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Nov 13, 2008 - 05:13pm PT
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we were trekking the annapurna circuit in nepal. we stopped in a village for lunch one day, i cant remember which one it was, probably Jagat or Chyanje. omelettes were the food of choice that day and i remember them being pretty damn tasty. funny thing is, when someone wipes their ass and then cooks your omelette, you don't really taste the fecal matter, so you have no idea what is in store for you just hours around the corner.
there were a bunch of folks trekking together, i remember Jesse the odd dutch kid, and of course the Scottsman Harry (aka Hal) who was 17 and traveling the world alone. We kind of adopted ol Hal and ended up spending time with him in Nepal, India, and Thailand. He was proud to be trekking the circuit wearing the same shoelaces his father had worn when he had trekked the circuit in the late 60's.
anyway, that evening we shacked up in Tal for the night in a cool guest house of which the name i can not remember. it was business as usual, dal baht to our hearts content and a few carlsbergs for good measure.
Jen was feeling a little off in the morning. she was pale and had a slight fever. i was having none of it and i cracked the whip and ordered her to pack up and get moving. god damn it, we were on a schedule! nothing comes between me and a scheduled itinerary.
soon after packing up Jen raced to the john and hurled her cookies. a technicolor yawn to the max. back in the room she got sick again, and was on her hands and knees on the floor when i barged into the room and cracked her noggin with the door. i should probably mention that nothing comes between me and a scheduled itinerary, so i took the majority of her pack weight and we headed out - destination Chame.
Jen hiked in a daze, but managed to push on. a couple of hours into the day, Hal rushed into the bush and shat himself senseless while simultaneously dumping core with more vengeance than Genghis Kahn in battle. soon after, Jesse the Dutch could not stop laughing at his shoes and Jen was perfecting the art of the lateral cookie toss.
at this point i was getting a little annoyed because i knew we were not going to make Chame that day. the annoyance was compounded by the fact that my legs were getting really tired. i blamed Jen for this, obviously, since i was carrying all of her sheite. of course it had nothing to do with the fact that whenever i get the flu or food poisoning, my legs get really tired just prior to the onset of liquidating my assets.
sometime later we reached the village of Dharapani. it was quite apparent by now that the pansies i was with were not going to make it to Chame, so we had a sprite and got a couple of rooms. it was here Hal realized he had left his wallet and trekking permit back where he first hurled. i went back and found his dna, but no wallet was to be found. Jen and i sported him cash for the next three weeks of trekking, and thats why he dubbed us mom and dad.
of course the rooms were upstairs, so the sickos had to climb up a very wobbly ladder and i was relegating to lugging up all the packs. once in the room, Jen continued to quake her gizzard, and i, being the concerned and loving husband that i am, continued to clean up after her. the walls were paper thin and we could hear Hal and Jesse spilling their groceries in tandem. Jesse was doing the visible burp in a zip lock bag while Hal whistled beef outside the second story window. Hal pounded on the wall and told us of a waterfall out side the window
pretty, but it didnt offer much solace.
things really went down hill from here. the euros in the next room were starting to quite down, and Jen was actually getting hungry.....but man, i wasn't feeling so good! i blew chunks hard and then suddenly felt the worse i have ever felt. i laid in bed for the next five hours in utter agony...moaning like a dying cow. every fiber of my being screamed in pain, it was if i was being poked with a billion pins. i cursed my mother giving birth to me. i cursed the god forsaken country i was in, and had some choice words for this god person everyone talks about.
as Jen was feeling better and i was entering hell, there was talk of someone being forced to hike through this illness while a certain someone else laid in bed and pissed and moaned all night. im certain i ate more of the fecal matter in Jagat.
there were these two gigantic spiders on the ceiling. i mean HUGE. and they looked really mean and i am certain they were 10 times deadlier than a brown recluse. i was finally able to close my eyes for about 30 minutes and when i opened them, one of the spiders was gone. fckin A man, where was that bastard?!? i managed enough strength to get a boot and stand up in the bed. i took aim and gave my best shot. i swear i hit that remaining spider straight on with a damn hard blast, but the SOB just fell to the bed and scurried off, meaner than ever. never saw him again, but i though about him all night long.
i woke up in the middle of the night, with an unrelenting desire to sneeze cheese, but we were out of bags. it was pitch black and i couldnt see shiit, so i grabbed my headlamp and damn near killed myself getting down that wobbly ladder. i made it to the outhouse thing, which i must say was quite disgusting, and ive seen some realllly bad shitters in my day. i was in there for ever and couldnt puke. it just wouldnt come. i kept chanting over and over again to myself, 'spill the wild oats, spill the wild oats' but the gunk was locked down tighter than my daughter on prom night. i yearned for that 5 minutes of bliss that i would come over my body after making pavement pizza, but i just couldnt puke. finally, in moment of shear desperation, i stuck my head down as close to the shitter hole as i could and inhaled harder than Marion Berry on christmas eve. woo wee! it was the hiccup from hell, i was hack'n bile for minutes on end!!!
completely purged of just about everything, probably including a few non-vital organs, i clambered my way back to bed.
we woke the next morning feeling pretty good, and i had an itinerary to think about, so we motored out and skipped Chame, making it all the way to Pisang.
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S.Powers
Social climber
Jtree, now in Alaska
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Nov 13, 2008 - 05:30pm PT
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Great story man, made me laugh!
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bluering
Trad climber
Santa Clara, Ca.
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Nov 13, 2008 - 05:34pm PT
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Ain't seein' foreign lands grand, Salad. Good lord, it sounds like you guys had a nasty bug.
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Fat Dad
Trad climber
Los Angeles, CA
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Nov 13, 2008 - 05:48pm PT
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Good story salad.
I actually got sick on that same trek and had a mandatory layover in Jagat. No gnarly spiders though; never even saw one. I did have a flying cockroach land on my neck one night while eating dinner.
I felt a little tickle on my neck and thinking it was a mosquito, reached back to brush it off, and this big madagascar hissing cockroach-size insect plops off my hand onto the table, regains its senses for a second, looks around and flies off. Freaky, but better that than a spider.
BTW, to stay on thread, I did hurl in Tatopani (Nepal) on the same trek and in Agra, India. Right across from the Red Fort. Over there though a puking foreigner is about as common as housefly.
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Mighty Hiker
Social climber
Vancouver, B.C.
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Nov 13, 2008 - 05:48pm PT
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This is probably the only thread ever on SuperTopo on which the following trivia would ever fit. The entrances/exits from amphitheatres and large arenas are properly called vomitoriums.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vomitoria
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perswig
climber
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Nov 13, 2008 - 05:53pm PT
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...hurled the cookies
...a technicolor yawn
...got sick
...dumping core
...laughing at his shoes
...the lateral cookie toss
...liquidate my assets
...quake the gizzard
...spilling their groceries
...the visible burp
...whistling beef (IMO the best one)
...blew chunks
...sneeze cheese
...making pavement pizza
...the hiccup from hell
...hack'n bile
Thought this deserved to be repeated in its own list.
Great story; 'found his dna' was a nice touch.
Dale
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salad
climber
Escondido
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Nov 13, 2008 - 05:55pm PT
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Fat Dad, we were in some horrible guest house near the Taj in Agra... i didnt hurl but had the runs worse than ever. damn near every thirty minutes for several hours.
tried to man up but it wasnt working and i was getting pretty dehydrated. popped a coupla a cippro, and man, was better in no time.
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Pewf
climber
nederland
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Nov 13, 2008 - 06:51pm PT
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One nice thing about Asia, if you bone up the $5 for a swanky room with adjoining indoor-plumbed bathroom, is the lack of delineation between shower area and toilet. Because when it's explosive out one end, projectile from the other, rounded out with a hallucination-inducing fever, being able wash the stomach contents out of your hair without breaking the seal between butt and toilet is a real benefit.
Most vomiting I've seen was my tentmate (and at the time soon-to-be husband) in Peru. First round, puke got all over the floor of the tent, his sleeping bag and mine. After my best efforts to scrape out the worst and sop up the rest with grass and moss, I finally got him barfing into a plastic bag which I'd take to the stream, turn inside out to wash, and run back for the next round. He must of puked 20 times between ~midnight and morning.
Most recently, discovered halfway through a trip in Vietnam what it is to be morning sick. Jaw locking, saliva flooding, head spinning, on my god I can't believe I agreed to go with you to take pictures of the open air fish market, running for the bushes, most interminable week and a half ever waiting for a return flight to the land of saltine crackers and ginger ale. A couple months later, the quease has abated just enough that I may consider looking at the pictures.
But this thread really makes me wanna hurl :)
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Rhodo-Router
Gym climber
Otto, NC
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Nov 13, 2008 - 06:56pm PT
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Uh, morning sick?
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Pewf
climber
nederland
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Nov 13, 2008 - 07:24pm PT
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Technically, I should say afflicted with morning sickness, a result of the wee one in my belly.
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Nefarius
Big Wall climber
somewhere without avatars.........
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Nov 13, 2008 - 07:32pm PT
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In this book there is a story about vomiting on a broad.... Of course, she just sh#t all over him... Fair is fair, I guess. If you haven't read this book, and have a twisted sense of humor, do yourself a favor and buy it now.
note: Females may be discouraged from reading.
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