The last 18 hours...

Here's an idea, don't get food poisoning 6 hours into a 10 hour flight. First it's never fun to throw up and have diarrhea, but when there are a limited number of toilets and lots of people sharing, it's obviously worse. I won't go into extreme details, but I did end up with vomit down my shirt and on my socks. Luckily I had another shirt to change into. Better a smeely bag then a smelly front. The only medical type person on board was an OB-GYN, he was very nice and cute, too. The upside of the hurling turned out to be getting a wheelchair ride to the front of the quarantine and taxi lines. I thought staying in a small boutique hotel would be fun, however the entrance is on a gross alley with either garbage or (my luck) vomit covering it. There's quite a popular nightclub downstairs that kept awake for too many hours. The lighting and cooling are controlled by the telephone, which was way beyond my comprehension while feeling so poorly. i'm moving to a new hotel with a view of the harbor and hopefully my stay in Sydney will start getting better.