I've written a blog somewhat similar to this while in a Howard Johnson in Daleville, Virginia, USA. Now I am in a hostel in El Nido, Palawan, Philippines, a little more than a year later.
I can't say I blame my body. The weird food, the physical strain of climbing mountains and kayaking bays, the mental stress of never being quite sure I'm going in the right direction. I knew it would happen. It's inevitable for long term travelers visiting foreign places. You will get sick.
El Nido is such as beautiful place. Maybe even more beautiful that Daleville, Virginia. But the view I've seen the most has been the underside of the bunk bed above me. At least no one is up there adding more stress over the quality of bunk bed construction in the Philippines.
It has seriously all hit me at once. The day I arrived in El Nido I got a sore throat and a trumpet for a nose. I pushed on and went kayaking the next day. Add sunburn and a sore upper body to the list. I thought I would be smart and rest the entire third day. I only left the hostel to go into town to get some food for lunch. After that I had my first case of prolonged upset stomach and diarrhea.
There is supposed to be a beautiful beach with an amazing sunset view just a mile from here. You know I can't turn down a good sunset, but it's my last night in El Nido and I can't work up the strength to make it. I'm afraid I will faint and shit my pants. Hopefully in that order.
I love going to new places and seeing amazing sights, but in the words of the great Snoop Dogg, "Pimping ain't easy." For every sunrise on a mountain top there is a five hour bus ride with zero room, a stay on a hard bunk in a hostel, a cold shower if you're lucky, and a climb up a mountain in the dark. Beautiful beach views aren't free either. More crowded buses, sweaty nights with no air conditioning, bunk mates snoring, and sanitation worries.
There's always the home sickness too. Constantly being in a strange place can take its toll on you. Nothing is simple. Everything is different. It's hard. You wish you were back home with people you know and can understand.
But it's the path I chose, and there are so many more views to be had.
UPDATE: I wrote this a couple of days ago when I was laying in bed sick. Feeling better in Indonesia now!