I was hoping to wake up fighting fit in the morning and get out to see the markets and beach at Stanley. All was good until after breakfast when I realised that my stomach upset was still with me (in fact I hadn’t been completely well since the B52 and pig knuckle night…). I really didn’t dare leave the house and sent hubby to the market with orders to buy anti-diahorrea and anti-nausea medication.
He tells me that the markets were good and he found some cheaper electronic stalls so bought some head phones for our 13 year old who was turning 14 the day that we returned home. The weather had also improved a bit.
So he came home with the anti-diahorrea medication (Immodium) but traditional Chinese medicine for the nausea (and everything else)… He said that was all the pharmacy had. I really didn’t think that a couple of hours before 12 hours of flying home was a good time to try something new but I also really wanted to make sure that the trip would be as comfortable as possible. I wasn’t feeling really bad but I also wasn’t feeling really good.
I asked a few people about the Chinese medicine and most people said to take it. I opened the packet and it was actually full of 10 little rectangular boxes, each of which contained a narrow plastic vial full of about 20-30 tiny round pills in an unappetising brown colour. The devil and the dark blue sea – what to do?? I compromised and took 1 of the vials when 2 were prescribed every two hours.
We taxied to the airport (taxi costs are very reasonable) and the weather was a lot better today so saw a bit more of Hong Kong harbour. Hong Kong airport was very efficient and we were soon on a Cathay flight to Kuala Lumpur. A bit of a detour but the only flight that we could get later in the day (at the late date that we booked).
The pills seemed to work! Po Chai Pills if anyone ever needs them. I took a vial every couple of hours and avoided food. Avoiding food was not such a good idea as after 3.5 hours we landed in Kuala Lumpur with about 1.5 hours to kill and no Malaysian currency. We could have changed some money but it didn’t seem worth it. By the time I got on the Malaysian Airlines flight to Australia, I was really hungry and ready to eat regardless of the consequences. All was food though and 8 hours later we arrived in Melbourne.
I’m sure that had the weather been better (and possibly had I not had cocktails and pigs knuckle with rich mustard sauce the night before I left for Hong Kong) my experience would have been a lot better in Hong Kong. Oh well, I’m sure that there will be another opportunity.