Sick in a foreign country

Day 1 

The real test of survival is being sick in a very foreign country. As suspected, the germs had caught up with me. By day 1 in Japan it was obvious. The plan was to stay about 2 days in Osaka seeing the city and then move on, by the time I managed to arise out of bed half the day had gone, it didn’t help that I spent 20 mins in the toilet having fun. A Japanese toilet is nothing sort of a coney island ride. I pressed all the buttons at least 3 times like the big kid I am. I love that country.

Japanese Toilet

Japanese Toilet

I wondered around the city, trying to pick up my bearings, and was intent on having some Japanese food that day. I went to a few places, and just as I had done before in Asia, looked at the pictures on the menu, and hoped the 2 english words the servers knew, would be enough to help me make a choice. That didn’t work, the pics were nothing like the ones in Thailand, the servers didn’t have 2 english words, I don’t eat red meat or pork, and so am very choosy sometimes, I was feeling sick, I had just left 30+ degree weather and now Japan was beginning to get cold. So, I found me the nearest McDonalds.

Deciding today was going to be a wash-out I stopped by a pharmacy before heading back in. I figured I may spot the logo of an international brand even if I couldn’t read what it said. No luck, so I head in to get some rest, and use my hand held vapouriser I had travel with from London. You see, I do travel with a medicine kit, like a good grandmother child, but it was mostly depleted. In Japan, I found the hostels to be way more quieter than anywhere else, and people usually keep to themselves more, plus the bunks are all individually sectioned off, allowing extreme privacy and a good sleep.

Day 2

However, by the next morning  I felt worst, and I don’t mean to gross anyone out, but until that point I had never blew my nose that much, or seen green mucous like that before, so off to the pharmacy I went again. This time a lady was there, and after a minute of staring at me, she managed to say “not well”. Relieved I replied no, it took her another minute before she motioned throat, to which I replied yes, once we got into the hand signals, and I pointed all the areas that hurt, she came over with some tablets, they had a real pretty tablet box included too, I paid and left. Who knows what they were, but I needed to get better. No time to be sick on the road.

Day 3/4

I needed to move on, the hostel didn’t have any rooms for the next night, I was hoping to travel to Nara, but they were no beds there either. Japanese love to travel their own country, and in the changing of leaves season, it gets very busy, can’t blame them, its really beautiful. So, I decided to head to Hiroshima, I figured the 4 + hour coach ride would allow me more time to rest, as by that time I had the chills and everything else.

Truck stop on the way to Hiroshima

Truck stop on the way to Hiroshima

I made a rookie mistake, by not thinking about the time, I would arrive, it was late, and my directions were awful. I had a lot of that in Japan, usually I find my way so easy, but in Japan, needless to say, I wandered a lot. I asked a few persons but they couldn’t muster enough english to help. After about 20 mins I then realised, my directions were as if I had come by train, but in actual fact I did by bus, and exited from the other side of the station, as a result. Yup, sounds simple, but these stations are so huge, it takes 10 mins to even get to the other side. Silly rabbit. Annoyed, cold, and with a raging fever I eventually found my way.

That night, I used everything in my medicine bag, employing all the old folks remedies I knew, including a big bowl of ice to break the fever, and my new Japanese pills, it was time to rebuke this flu. Well, when you start to sweat you know you will feel good soon. Next morning, I was brand new. It was time to enjoy Japan.


Hiroshima Peace Park

Hiroshima Peace Park


Read about the journey and my initial thoughts of Japan

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