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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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jbar
Mountain climber
Inside my head
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Nov 13, 2008 - 07:51pm PT
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Great anecdote salad. Wondered when someone was going to list all of your vomit descriptions.
I don't usually vomit but I do carry diphenatrop to help keep the gremlins at bay. Heard a story once where a guy couldn't hold it back and had to let lose in bed. It was said to be about the consistancy you could s#@t through a tennis racket and never touch a string. Problem was he was on the top bunk of a place in Nepal so his buddy got a hershey shower. Thats a real pal for ya.
Maybe I could import fecal matter from different countries and incorporate it into a product used to pre-expose a soon to be traveler?? I'm sure I could come up with a catchy name. Pill, candy bar, sports drink?? Hmmm
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Karl Baba
Trad climber
Yosemite, Ca
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Nov 13, 2008 - 07:53pm PT
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Had to crap my brains out on the Annapurna trek once at Muktinath. Ironically it was Christmas and I was staying at the North Pole lodge. There was a huge freak snowstorm with super high winds, but somehow couldn't figure out if the lodge even had an outhouse (*and I speak hindi and a bit of nepali)
So I had to trudge out in the high winds and crap in the snow and darkness.
Santa didn't come down the chimney either
Peace
karl
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ontheedgeandscaredtodeath
Trad climber
San Francisco, Ca
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 13, 2008 - 08:10pm PT
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We were at a camp way on up in the mountains and I was "blowing mud" about every hour. When the feeling came, it meant NOW. It was such a fire drill getting out of my bag and clothes and getting a reasonable distance from the tent, or at least out of the door. I had to cover up the tell-tale spots on the snow the next day so my partners would not get too grossed out.
I still have brown spots on my down booties from the poop spray.
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TradIsGood
Chalkless climber
the Gunks end of the country
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Nov 13, 2008 - 08:35pm PT
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:-)
Funny topic.
But my best stories are only local.
Sorry. Good stories so far.
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Jonny D
Social climber
Lost Angelez, Kalifornia
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Nov 13, 2008 - 09:27pm PT
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my annapurna trek story:
i was lucky i didn't get sick until kalopani, a few days away from the end of the trek. actually, no throwing up, just 3 days of nasty diarea and stomach cramps. i got this awesome hotel room with hot water shower and rested (under amazing annapurna view) until i got better. when i got to pokhara, i scared myself looking in the mirror i was soo skinny.
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Cr4Zy1
Boulder climber
Hercules
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Nov 14, 2008 - 12:59am PT
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While on a school trip to Costa Rica, a majority of the people (including parents) got sick, but I don't think any of them vomited. However about a week before our trip was to end I got a case of the "I don't feel good, but it isn't that bad..." I thought it would pass, but boy was I wrong.
On our last day during the bus ride my condition progressed to the "I hope I can make it to the poop house, cuz otherwise im SOL (no pun intended),". When we made it to the airport i started to feel a bit better because we were moving around. But upon learning that our flight had been delayed for 2 hours due to fog, we sat down and I started to feel sick again. This time it was the "Don't touch me, unless you like rice and beans on your shirt,". We then learned that our 12 day trip would become a 14 day trip due to flight cancellation. Now came the "Get the F*** out of my way, I'm a time bomb of partially digested food and stomach acid,". At this time i actually went into the restroom and bowed down before the white porcelain god. (May I also remind you that in Latin American they don't flush tp, they throw it away, so I also had a heinous smell,). After approx 15 minutes I started to vomit, to thunder-chunder rainbow parfait if you will.
After what seemed to be an eternity of casting my bread upon the waters, I seemed much better, so much better that I even ate dinner. Unfortunately this feeling didn't last that long, later that night at approx 1:23 A.M. I once again played the part of mother bird to her chicks. The next day I felt much better, but I still stayed in bed. I was able to make it for the plane ride, but once again, the night I got home I tossed cookies. But overall the trip to Costa Rica was great and I hope to go back soon.
p.s. I also remembered that a few days before the trip, I reverse ate, curious... very curious.
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WBraun
climber
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Nov 14, 2008 - 01:14am PT
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People vomit a broad?
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Ihateplastic
Trad climber
Lake Oswego, Oregon
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Nov 14, 2008 - 11:27am PT
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I was in Korea for a week and carefully avoiding all the regular no-no's. On the last day I was taken to a South Korean restaurant for lunch and then a North Korean restaurant for dinner. The former was quite scary from a sanitation viewpoint and I drank only Pepsi and ate boiled chicken. The North Korean place was quite elegant and we cooked everything on the table. I felt safe.
Hours later... middle seat on a very crowded and long flight home... an urge... dash to the toilet (vacant... what a relief) and I evacuated an entire bowl full of watery, brown Korean food in less than two seconds. (I guess it's true that North Korea and South Korea just don't get along.) I rested, unsure of what had just happened. Standing to wash up I again jumped to the seat and let loose another spray. In all, I spent 30 minutes in that room before returning to my seat. I was to make the dash three more times during the long flight and the dysentery continued for another two weeks. I lost 15 pounds thanks to Jenny Korea.
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tinker b
climber
your local park
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Nov 14, 2008 - 12:35pm PT
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i have puked on all continents, but my favorite was in southern mexico. a few days earlier we were in guatemala and my cheap ass boyfriend convinced me that instead of spending so much money on bottled water, we should just go local...how bad could it be? my inner scott took over and i agreed, mostly because i didn't want to exchange more money before going over the border.
sure enough a few days after drinking the water i had the worst sulfer burps. we were in a restaurant and i was carefully trying to eat some soup when i realized if i burped again things weren't going to stay down. i asked the waiter where the bathroom was and tried to listen, but my spanish is pathetic and i was having a difficult time concentrating.
i understood go into the kitchen and was desprately looking around. before i could find the bathroom door i grabbed a trash bin and started to hurl in the middle of the kitchen. everyone in the kitchen paused to watch, and when i looked up i was horified to see that there was a large counter window through which all of the diners were also watching (i clearly remember my cheap ass boyfriend shoveling in his food rapidly so he could clear his plate before he had to leave)
i did finally find the bathroom and got a few more shots in and washed up a little.
i returned to our table and just wanted to pay the bill and leave, but my boyfriend insisted on us staying so that he could finish his dinner.
we did pay the extra money to have our own bathroom for the next few days and fortunately mexican drugs are cheap...
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Chris2
Trad climber
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Nov 14, 2008 - 12:42pm PT
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I urinated on four states at the same time.
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Ihateplastic
Trad climber
Lake Oswego, Oregon
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Nov 14, 2008 - 12:44pm PT
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And the boyfriend... what became of him?
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Nefarius
Big Wall climber
somewhere without avatars.........
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Nov 14, 2008 - 12:48pm PT
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hahaha that was to be my question too, ihp. cheapass boyfriends typically don't last long...
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tinker b
climber
your local park
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Nov 14, 2008 - 12:49pm PT
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he burbed a bit, compained alot, and i dumped him when we got back to the states.
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Ihateplastic
Trad climber
Lake Oswego, Oregon
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Nov 14, 2008 - 12:51pm PT
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Yea, we already knew the answer, but it is always nice to hear the words!
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ontheedgeandscaredtodeath
Trad climber
San Francisco, Ca
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 14, 2008 - 01:33pm PT
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I was on a surf trip to Peru and befriended a local family. They insisted on proving to me that you can get good chinese food in Peru. I don't really like chinese food, I think it is greasy and bland, but did not want to offend. We went to the place and they ordered massive amounts of food. It was disgusting. I kept choking it down in an effort to be polite. Then, unfortunately, I caught a glimpse of the kitchen. I immediately knew how I would spend the next several hours, assuming perhaps optimistcally that I would not just drop dead.
I didn't even make it back to the place I was staying and had to go to my friend's parent's house, where I puked and pooped for about a day and half. Every time I tossed or burped I would get the flavor of the food.
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nutjob
Stoked OW climber
San Jose, CA
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Nov 14, 2008 - 04:24pm PT
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I drank from a tea cup at a roadside stand en route to Nainital. Up to that point I had only used the disposable clay cups, but they didn't have any here. Big mistake that I went for it.
I spent a night of our honeymoon shivering with a heater as close as possible without burning my skin, wifey sitting up putting a washcloth on my forehead to help manage the fever. I often dashed to the toilet but I couldn't run fast enough and wifey got to prove how much she meant "in sickness and in health." Our wedding vows were actually in Sanscrit so I'm not sure if they included that clause, but she was a champ in any case. We later proved there are things harder to work out in a marriage than cleaning crap from boxers.
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