Saturday, June 17, 2006
Man flu
We are currently on a 7 day tour which takes us south of Santiago and down to the Chile´s Lake District. I am the only girl on this tour! The other guys include Memo our tour guide, Marco our coach driver, Jordi a spaniard, Zak a fellow brit and of course Rhod.
Our first day coincided with the England v Trinidad & Tobago match so Memo kindly agreed to find a cafe for lunch so that we could watch it. The place started off empty but by the end was filled with amused Chileans watching 3 brits glued to the TV screen.
All was going well and we were all getting on great until Zak suddenly announced that the Fanta he had drunk had "chilled his body" and that he would have to lie down at the back of the bus. I feared that he may be suffering from that fatal disease which only men seem to suffer from....man flu! (Women tend to call it a cold.)
Before you begin to panic I'm pleased to say that Zak just pulled through and here is a summary of his symptoms thoughout the week:
Thursday: Slept on bus after Fanta chilling incident; too cold to come for a walk along the clifftop at surfing beach; needed hot lemon at hostel; managed a bit of food at dinner but retired to bed early requesting hot water for his feet from hostel staff.
Friday: Zak made it through the night but still needs hot lemon; declares that he was worried last night that he may have contracted malaria but thinks it´s ok; perks up on bus enough to bore/patronise us about music; after hot dog and chips Zak takes a turn for the worse and feels a lie down on a full stomach will aid the healing process; lots of moaning and Zak is too ill to come out for dinner with us. Bed calls.
Saturday: Zak is feeling fine and thinks he might even be ok to go for a little walk into town; he braves the hot springs with us but doesn´t drink; after 1 hour he is bored and suggests we leave; we ignore him and leave 1 and a half hours later; Zak goes straight to bed in case of chill.
Sunday: Long drive today and Zak's back hurts but it's not from the uncomfortable bus, no it's because of his flu; he manages a starter at the fish restuarant the brave thing.
Monday: Despite being told that lunch is 1 hour away Zak drinks a chocolate milkshake (he says he forgot that lunch was so close) and then complains of stomach ache; obviously unable to eat lunch and sits with head in hands throughout lunch.
Tuesday:Zak leaves us. Hooray. Needless to say, we don´t swap email addresses.
Our first day coincided with the England v Trinidad & Tobago match so Memo kindly agreed to find a cafe for lunch so that we could watch it. The place started off empty but by the end was filled with amused Chileans watching 3 brits glued to the TV screen.
All was going well and we were all getting on great until Zak suddenly announced that the Fanta he had drunk had "chilled his body" and that he would have to lie down at the back of the bus. I feared that he may be suffering from that fatal disease which only men seem to suffer from....man flu! (Women tend to call it a cold.)
Before you begin to panic I'm pleased to say that Zak just pulled through and here is a summary of his symptoms thoughout the week:
Thursday: Slept on bus after Fanta chilling incident; too cold to come for a walk along the clifftop at surfing beach; needed hot lemon at hostel; managed a bit of food at dinner but retired to bed early requesting hot water for his feet from hostel staff.
Friday: Zak made it through the night but still needs hot lemon; declares that he was worried last night that he may have contracted malaria but thinks it´s ok; perks up on bus enough to bore/patronise us about music; after hot dog and chips Zak takes a turn for the worse and feels a lie down on a full stomach will aid the healing process; lots of moaning and Zak is too ill to come out for dinner with us. Bed calls.
Saturday: Zak is feeling fine and thinks he might even be ok to go for a little walk into town; he braves the hot springs with us but doesn´t drink; after 1 hour he is bored and suggests we leave; we ignore him and leave 1 and a half hours later; Zak goes straight to bed in case of chill.
Sunday: Long drive today and Zak's back hurts but it's not from the uncomfortable bus, no it's because of his flu; he manages a starter at the fish restuarant the brave thing.
Monday: Despite being told that lunch is 1 hour away Zak drinks a chocolate milkshake (he says he forgot that lunch was so close) and then complains of stomach ache; obviously unable to eat lunch and sits with head in hands throughout lunch.
Tuesday:Zak leaves us. Hooray. Needless to say, we don´t swap email addresses.
# posted by Rhodri @ 6:49 pm 
