Barf x 2

Barf, my favorite funny commodity name in Kyrgzstan. Oh wait, that is my barf there. I got a nasty bout of food poisoning in Osh. Thankfully I bumped into a acquaintance from Cambridge the previous evening and was able to crash at his flat for the worst part of the illness. While he was out working, I woke up and puked while running to the toilet. I was sincerely amazed at the distance my vomit went. Raising my hands to my face was a rather unfortunate reaction though, the splash back was rather foul as it ran down my shirt (:

Needless to say I then spent several hours using powdered barf to clean up my home made variety. Oh, I also almost burned the place down in the process, but that's a story for another day... In the end it was all just a good adventure.