After the final bar, as we packed our things to go back home, I got violently ill.
I don't know if that was from the mixture of cocktails, or sea sickness from the cruise,
or maybe I accidentally drank the dirty water. Whatever it was, I was super sick.
The cab ride to the airport was a torture. I was hugging a toilet seat at the airport.
Bathroom was my best friend. A guy who was boarding the same plane said my face was green.
AND
The bite I got on my eye on previous night was getting worse by the minute.
By the time I got on a plane, I looked like I had the third eye ball growing on top of right eye.
And that made it impossible to wear contact lenses,
hence I had to wear my thick-ass glasses in public, which I usually never do.
I was looking REAL pretty at this point.
Miraculously, after sleeping on a plane for 6 hours straight, I felt better.
My monstrous looking eye was looking slightly smaller.
It was quite an ending to say the least.
But over all, the trip was amazing. I would do it again in a heartbeat. Bite on eye and all.
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