Wasn’t today, more like 20 years ago, but a post on here reminded me of it. Fair warning, this isn’t for the faint of heart.
I was travelling around India and SE Asia for several months with my GF (now wife), final stop was Cambodia. Spent a few days visiting Ankor Wat then booked a overnight coach to the coast to spend our last week on the beach before returning home.
A couple hours before the coach we went to get dinner, I chose the burrito. Big mistake. I felt a little off as I was getting on the coach but didn’t think too much of it. By an hour in I felt awful, sweat pouring down my face, stomach cramps, I realised what was happening but was locked in.
Shortly after I suddenly needed to throw up, my girlfriend (now wife) saw it coming and grabbed the nearest thing to put in front of me, her loose weave straw hat. Vomit went everywhere, all over me and the back of the seats in front. We asked the driver to stop and allow me access to my bag so we could change and get some wipes to try to clean up as best we could but those around us weren’t looking impressed. We got back on our way.
Next thing I know I feel like I’m going to shit myself. Luckily there was an onboard toilet and I managed to get to it in time but the smell I created was enough to turn the stomach of the most hardened traveller, the entire bus now hated me.
A while later we stopped at a truck stop for a short break. I felt I needed to shit again so found the toilet. Now truck stops have notoriously bad toilets, I discovered a truck stop in Cambodia is 10 times worse. This was a tiny outhouse with a hole in the floor and shit smeared over every surface. I went in with my torch and had to squat, finding a couple non-shit smeared bits of wall to put a single finger from each hand to steady myself while my body purged itself from the evil I’d consumed.
When we got to Cambodia I was knackered having had no sleep and weak from the food poisoning. We booked ourselves in to the first place we found so I could rest. Turns out this place was riddled with rats. The next day I suggested we find somewhere else but my GF said no way, I needed to rest above all else so we stayed another night. The day after we moved to a much nicer place and I slowly regained my strength before we returned home. Only saw the beach once for a short walk.
TLDR: Ate a burrito in Cambodia and got food poisoning but didn’t realise until I was on an overnight coach.