Last night before bed the stomach pain began, followed by the double wammy of diarrhea and vomiting. I eventually got tired of trying to fight my way out of the mosquito net to get to the bathroom every hour, so I took the little bowl you use to flush the toilet in to bed with me so I could conveniently throw up without getting up. I never puked so much in my life. I couldn't even keep water down. After 12 hours of puking I was worried about dehydration, so I decided to try to oral rehydration solution I've been carrying around, which I promptly puked up. It tasted like crap, anyway. Around noon I was out of water, running a fever, and incapable of walking to the store, so I appealed to a random Irish guy to get me some water. I was finally able to keep it down, so I slept the rest of the day.