I am so nauseous. Oyyyy. Stuck at a hostel in Moscow so that I can be closer to the communal toilets. I think a bought of food poisoning has really nailed me. It started in Siberia, and I thought I had licked it, unfortunately, I think it's chosen to stick around for a little bit.

Although I know that I'll be glad that I chose to stay for a few days on my own once my habitat group left this morning in retrospect, right now I really want to be home, next to a clean toilet, with my mom hovering over me to make sure that I get better quick. Being sick, alone, in a foreign country, amongst strangers at a hostel is not my idea of fun, but it is character building . . . to which I reply, I've got plenty of character, no need for more of this!

I was walking back from the Red Square where I attempted to be cultured and attend a few museums, where all I really was doing was rushing through in hopes of making it back in time before I threw up on some Russian artifact where the former KGB would bum rush me . . . didn't quite make it. Got sick on some bush on the sidewalk on the way back, and then again at the hostel. Oyyyyy.

The combination of the food poisoning plus the five hours of jetlag are really punishing on the body. I've got a million more flight miles ahead of me and three more cities before I make it home on Wednesday. Right now all I want to do is sleep and wait for it to all go away.

The joys of being independent and adventurous, sometimes.