Woe is Me

(Puerto Villamil, Isla Isabela, Galapagos)

Here’s the song that was stuck in my head last night, replaying on loop to my unhappy circumstance. It was set to the tune of John Lennon’s So this is Christmas.

So this is food poisoning.

What have I eaten?

Another rush to the back of the boat.

And another round of heaving.

Oh joy. This was a first time experience for me. One I gladly would have passed on. The thing is, the guilty dish was extremely delicious and I sang its praises right up until my first back step upchuck. Now the vaguest recollection of it makes my mouth water in a I’m-going-to-vomit kind of way. Regrettably, it has ruined me for eating fish – or anything else in the savoury dish department really – for many days to come.

There aren’t any upsides to food poisoning, but if I had to name one it would be this: Want to know just how much your boyfriend loves you? Go eat some restaurant fish, get food poisoning, and see if he cleans out your puke bucket all night long. Mine did. He’s the best.


Greg scoping the fish market in Santa Cruz before we caught the “ferry” home to Oceanna and Isla Isabela. The ferry was a large speedboat, and they crammed 20 people on it. Two people got seasick, but I saved me puking for later.

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