The Worst 24 Hours in Sri Lanka
I woke up to a dull ache in my stomach. Groaning, I flipped over, hoping it would subside. But it only got worse. Beside me, Lewis was tossing and turning, his distress and pain evident. Eventually he couldn’t tolerate it any longer. “Bathroom.” He groaned feebly before stumbling towards the en suite. I rolled over again, trying to block out the pain in my stomach. It was the middle of the night, evident by the darkness that engulfed our room. So far, sleeping had been rough. Although we were in a lovely room with working AC, our painful stomachs had brought us to consciousness too many times. It was evident we had eaten something bad. At this point, our hazy minds weren’t quite up for identifying the culprit which is however glaringly obvious to us now. Why did we think it was okay to eat at a buffet where the food wasn’t even hot? It had evidently been out for hours! We’d even seen the flies hovering over the food when we got it...