Day before, yesterday, I woke up in Brussels feeling worse than I’ve felt in a long time. This flu came on sudden and strong. I hope it doesn’t pass on to my friend and his family. If I would have known it would feel like that, I wouldn’t have stayed there.
I was suppossed to couch surf with a new friend in Charleroi (remember 2 hours away where Brussels South Airport is) but since I was feeling like my head would explode and my breathing was strained and that perhaps I had actually caught H1N1, I opted instead to go to the nearest hotel to the airport and get a room, get some medicine, and rest. My hope was that I would recover enough so that I wouldn’t act as a vector, as it was, if I were Typhoid Mary, I would have done my job well.
I rode the crowded train from Brussels to Charleroi. Then I took a crowded bus to the airport. The hotel didn’t start running it’s shuttle service until 6 pm so I ended up sitting in the airport because it was raining and I didin’t want to get soaking wet again, the airport was nonstop crowded with incoming and outgoing flights for the 2 hours I was there. Then I took the shuttle to the hotel after buying some medicine in a pharmacy, I laid in bed and slept. I woke at 4 am and showered, then went to catch my flight.
It was delayed for 2 hours because of an Air Traffic Control Strike in France. The medicine seemed to have helped. My head felt better. I could breathe. I was incredibly excited to see my sweetheart after 5 months away.
Got to Morocco, they had some sort of star trek flu detector system at customs and I was able to go through, so probably just a bit of sinusitus from the cold and rain. Took another bus to Fes, a taxi to Sefrou, walked in and Salaam a leykuumed my Moroccan family. Really nice.