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This post is going to be very short.
After spending the night guarding the boats, I collapsed into bed as soon as I returned home. After sleeping for about four hours, I woke weirdly refreshed.
Following a shower I started feeling a bit queasy. Mirinda suggested that I needed more sleep. I agreed and went back to bed.
My tummy woke me up, crying out for some sort of relief.
There followed hours of gut ache, vomiting, diarrhoea and hiccoughs. I thought I was a goner.
But then, miracle of miracles, after one explosive puke of gargantuan proportions, I started feeling better.
I finally went to sleep.
