I fell asleep on the short ride back to the hotel and only half remember groggily riding an elevator to our room. I got into bed and quickly went back to sleep, still nauseous. My thoughtful husband ventured out for takeout food and brought it back to the room. I ate a couple of fries and we watched some TV before we both called it for the night. We had a long tour booked the next day with a 6 a.m. pickup time.
The next day was a blur. We toured five islands via boat, and to say I was out of it is an immense understatement. I slept every time we got back on the boat to head to the next island. Anytime we were on an island, I toughed it out. Still, my husband knew something was up. I looked like I was enjoying things, but my energy and enthusiasm weren't at their usual levels.
I barely made it to sunset and slept for another 12 hours.
