The washroom on the bus was super foul. I don't think they use that blue liquid and every time someone openned the door it almost killed us. Then we stopped at Coatzacoalcos. We went in to use the bus station washroom (marginally better than the one on the bus) only to encounter the dirtiest foulest individual I've ever come across. Emma thinks he crapped his pants but I'm pretty sure he was rolling in it too. Emma got angry at me because I went into the washroom and didn't wait for her to get her money ready (there are a lot of pay washrooms in Mexico) leaving her with this dude (who was hanging around the washroom). To make matters worse it seems that the dude's sister and wife got on the bus and sat right behind us. It was almost unbearable between them and the people who kept unsealing the death toilet.
Our bus stopped for dinner at some place I can't remember. We should have clued in when the pictures on the menu looked green that this wasn't a good place to eat. I had a hamburger which tasted okay but extended my food poisoning for another couple days. The ketchup (or catsup as it is called here) appeared to be something other than ketchup. They must have been adding something else to the container.
I was lucky to survive the remaining four or so hours to make it to Emma's family's house before my food poisoning kicked into third gear. I could hear the Street Fighter announcer saying "Food Poisoning, Round 3, Fight!"
Since leaving the resort and before arriving in Mexico City I had food poisoning 50% of the time. The last couple days I've been fortunate to eat the cooking of Emma's sister Marta and I think I'm getting better. Emma's mother wanted to take me to the doctor but I said I'd wait to see if I get better first.
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