Arrived in Honiara, Solomon Islands, on Tuesday and went straight to the National Archives where the staff awaited me with a little, informal celebration. It was very thoughtful, and after a hardy meal, we went to work. I had a plan of work, but that plan was tossed out the window into the rain, endless rain, as more significant issues rose within the hour of my arrival. No worries. We archivists can change our direction and focus on a dime when we have to.
Today (Thursday) I’m held hostage in my hotel room due to a bout of indigestion. I have a lot of good qualities, but an iron gut has never been one of them. God only knows what I ate or drank, or both to keep me in close proximity of my toilet. I’m sure you travelers who have suffered from Montezuma’s Revenge can emphasize. Oddly, my hotel is built in a hill, and the only options to get to my room is by a slow cable car or stairs.
These aren’t the best options when you have the “scoots.”
Fortunately, today, most of my work consists of working with the computer… and taking meds… and writing a blog post… and not leaving the sanctuary of my room. Tomorrow, however, I need my health as I have to be out and about town. Dare me to eat something from the town market? -B.