Last night I had dinner with my friend Mike Bietz out here in LA. We went to a restaurant that served insects and we had worms and scorpion on shrimp toast. Honestly, if I hadn’t known that they were insects, I never would have guessed.
Before I started to eat however, I really hit a wall. I got tried and started to feel sick. I think whatever I might have caught on the train was hitting me. On the way back to my motel, I threw up three times on Santa Monica Blvd. I had to pull over, open the door and puke.
On the way home I stop at a 7-11 and get some orange juice to see if I could keep that down. Nope.
So its now 5:50 local time and I think i’m going to go and buy some Gatorade and come back and sleep. I think I’m deyhdrated. I puked up most of the fluids I had yesterday.
I’d like to point out the irony that on a trip around the world, the first place I get sick is in the US. My immune system is usually pretty tough, but it wasn’t tough enough to stop the sickness that is Amtrak.