Going Rogue in 'Nam

That's right. So really, now bad can malaria be?

I am turning into a pink sow out of nowhere, a blotchy one at that. Apparently the malaria meds I am on, doxycycline, decided after two weeks of being uncomplicated, to act up and demand attention. Through last night's tinted bus window I have received enough sun to acquired the skin color so prominantly displayed on Spanish beaches once the Welsh and the Germans go on their first holiday of the year. I am essentially glow in the dark and I don't like it. We have been giving the big M the finger all through India and Nepal but had every intention on being responsible citizen through Cambodia, Laos and thus by default also Vietnam but responsibility has just come to an end. There is much resistence in the area against Lariam and Malarone, whose $800 price tag so deterred us in London, is unavailable in the region. Go figure. Where are knock off meds when you need them?

I COULD totally sit in my little hotel room, watch American TV, eat those wonderful baguettes with cheese and ask to be put into self imposed purdah, being transported around in a nice black box carried on newly aquired husband's back, BUT instead we are going to Halong Bay tomorrow to climb and beach ourselves and guess what, the doxycycline has to go. Don't tell my Mom.

Also, who wants to have condomed up teenage sex? On vacation? I mean that is why I got married in the first place. Right?