day 361: History should have lectured me about my bad experience with food left overnight. Pizza from lunch the other day ruined my travel to Boracay. First thing I did when I got on the plane: puke before the engines started the 1 hour flight. First thing I did when I got off: puke again.
The plane trip was only the second leg of the travel. There was a bus to the docks for an hour and a half. I could only stomach half a donut for lunch. I was mostly weak for the next ferry ride (I have never gotten seasick) and shuttle. The rest of the day was dedicated to sleep.
Good thing my family was travelling with a doctor (my mom), a licensed nurse (my aunt) and a med student with a nursing license (my brother). The art graduate happens to be their patient.