About 1 hour into our trip on the windy-est, longest road ever, I was feeling great--my nausea "relief band" cranked up all the way to 5, hair blowing in the air con, enjoying the beautiful scenery as we made our way from Chiang Mai north to the mountain town of Pai. I was feeling so confident that I turned to Rob from the front seat and said "I can't wait to write a blog entitled 'someone puked on the bus and it wasn't me.'"
Well, I spoke too soon. The road was beautiful, but a carsick sufferer's worst nightmare. Soon I joined the yacking Israeli guy--who I incidentally gave both of my reserved airplane barf bags to, further demonstrating my confidence--as our fellow travelers watched us puke in tandem on the side of the beautiful (and deadly) mountain road. I guess even the best technological advancement ever (or so I thought) has its limitations.
[jg]
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