Period pains. Struggling through heat, unpleasant smells, broken English in alien accents, cramping pain from lower back to the very end of my toes. Can’t have all good days. Of course I did not bring medicine. And of course I cannot lie down in bed and sleep half of the pain away.
As the workshop breaks off for lunch, I hop onto one of the rickety taxicabs and head off for the tiny grocery shop near my hotel. Asking for ibuprofen, I am handed a pain relief ointment. I shake my head and tell them its a capsule or tablet I was looking for. So I am handed some boxfuls of antibiotics. Then came the antacids, cold relief tablets, vitamin E capsules… all wrong. In the end, I settled for tylenol. Paracetamol should work too. At least if my cramps don’t go away, some secret headache might.
Ces! Loved your blogs. I can’t wait to see Yangon! Patatag is meeting this Friday. Manay Rodora will be there. Hopefully the girls too.
The kids and I miss Phnom Penh and Tito Raul’s cooking. Tippy loves your house and can’t stop talking about it.
I miss the Russian Market and yes…sige na nga — miss you and Raul too.
See you in Manila on the 5th of May! Can’t wait!
Mwah – Ella K.
Ha ha ha ha! Tiyang mas malala nga sa Cambodia. Gets ko na!!
Niva