Day who knows anymore: 3 Times a Lady

In my Amsterdam hotel.

So, what's the worst possible way imaginable to travel from Mombasa to Amsterdam? I'll tell you. It's flying with violent, crazy, painful Africa-induced illness. Cramping, fever, diarrhea (the worst I've ever experienced in my life) while sitting next to a schizophrenic. No, not someone who was acting schizo, but an actual schizophrenic. Sitting next to me. In coach.

I'm too tired and sick to write, but there's so much to that story and so much to my last two days in Mombasa (which were awesome), but I literally have to run to the toilet every 16-20 minutes, so I'll update as soon as I can hold myself upright.

xoxo