Being sick isn’t much fun under normal circumstances. But what do you do when you have virtually none of the comforts of home to speed up the recovery process? I learned how to survive being sick abroad in Bermagui. It was the evening of the first night in Bermagui when it hit us. After an afternoon of shopping and a fish and chips lunch, we made our way to our motel. All was well and the majority of the group met at a local bar for a drink or two. I taught a fellow travel writing student how to play cricket and we were even challenged by some locals to a game. As I was short on money and the bar didn’t take credit cards, I had one beer. It wasn’t long before something felt off. There is something that happens before food poisoning kicks in. Its the clam before the storm. Its an animalistic instinct, a sixth sense if you will, that something is wrong.
Kate and I walked back to the motel, and my premonition turned out to be right on. It wasn’t long before I was praying to the porcelain god. I knew that one beer couldn’t possibly made me sick (I’m a soon-to-be fourth year college student, one beer? Really?). Between each fit of retching, I tried to think back to what made me sick. My roommate was fine before she went to bed. I was under the assumption that everyone else was well. I did the only think I could think of. I called my mom. After a little coaching, I pushed through the night, albeit with little sleep. Felling every bit as ill in the morning, Sharon, our group leader, came by. It turns out that half of the group was ill.
Half the group was so sick that most people thought that they would be unable to join in snorkelling with seals, which was the day’s scheduled activity. Luckily we had Sharon. She snapped into action and rushed to the grocery store. Sharon returned with six different types of medicines and drinks in the hopes to help people to recover quickly.
While only three of the traveling group opted out of the seal experience, several more felt very ill on the bus ride, myself included. Sharon made us eat what she referred to as “electrolyte ice blocks” and gave us all ginger pills to settle our stomachs. She assured us that as soon as we hit the water, we would feel much better. Some of us couldn’t bring ourselves to look out the window at the beautiful views for fear of another bout of nausea being set off by the motion. The bus ride seemed especially bumpy on the way to the wetsuit shop. Of all of the unpleasant experiences on the trip, the one that tops the list is trying to wriggle into a dry wetsuit when you feel VERY ill.
The bumpy bus ride paled in comparison to the boat ride to Montague Island. Even though the nausea was unbearable, the view was spectacular. Even illness can’t sully the excitement brought on by seeing three whales breaching repeatedly. My stomach might not have been much better, but my spirits were lifted at the sight of the whales.
Montague Island provided lots of opportunities to sit and take in the view. Being less than 2km in length, almost everywhere we sat had a view of the water. After a brief lecture on the island history and vegetation, we were back on the boat. A short time later, we were in the water heading for the seals. Sharon was so right. As I plunged into the cold water, my nausea dissipated almost immediately. After maybe 45 minutes of having seals swirl around us, charge us, and dive beneath us, our adventure sadly came to an end. The dog-like animals swam about us until the very moment we departed.
After rejoining the others on the boat and struggling out of our wetsuits, the boat began the trip back. Being sick wasn’t going to keep out group from having an adventure. I will say this to travellers; if you are traveling in a small town avoid drinking the water so you don’t get sick. And if you do get sick, it helps to have a Sharon.