White Chicks And Yellow Diarrhoea
Travel Location: Beijing,China
The day begins with my fiancee and I dining together on our first day of engagement at the Traveller’s Den. We’ve made mention of the wonderful service that a patron can recieve at this fine establishment, but the food has always been of the highest quality, which has given us reason to return past the laziness of the staff. This morning, not even the food came up to scratch. Cold, runny eggs and a chef too busy cooking his own food to worry about our side orders, had us just about ready to walk, but not before I let them know that both food and service had been crap. Heading back to our room to get some stuff together, I felt that familiar bowel cramp that I’ve so often felt from eating dodgy KFC. Soon after that, the fever of hot and cold sweats told me I was right. Moving like a sprint runner possessed with super powers, I hit the toilet with a vengence.
With no signs of cramps and fever residing, it was up to Ness to find the post office to post the Christmas cards I so desperately needed to have sent for Bailey Jackson and my grandparents. Leaving me to sleep, my beautiful girl braved the streets to go in search of the China Post Office. Fevered and shitty, (ha ha!) I spent the time ping ponging from bed to bowl in search of relief from this FKC bane.
Heading back to our room to get some stuff together, I felt that familiar bowel cramp that I’ve so often felt from eating dodgy KFC.
After a time, my girl returned and put together a rehydration beverage for me and we chatted and watched Chinese TV. Rested and together, we went to the hotel restaurant for a meal. Bland for me, not so bland for Ness. Here we sat watching “The Forty Year Old Virgin”, (very funny, 5 stars) until the obviously overplayed disc decided to give up the ghost. I took the time to watch one of my favourites – “White Chicks”.
Laughter truely is the best medicine. Feeling a lot better, we headed over the road and had a night cap before Ness took some time to type up the journal on the net. With time on side, I took the chance to get a massage. All went well until “Miss Lee” pulled the curtain across and brought in the calculator to discuss ‘extra options’!! Taking my leave, I was soon back with my fiancee to discuss and laugh about how, one day, I will JUST get the massage that I’ve been looking for.
After a rough old day, we were soon in our seperate beds (cos we’re not married yet) and sleeping peacefully.
