"It was probably the fish stew. We got it from a street food vendor on Ko Phi Phi, Thailand's most party-centric island, and I remember it being absolutely delicious. Fifteen hours later, my wife and I were lying on the bare boards of a long-tail boat, rocking gently in the waves, huddled together under a blanket and regretting every single choice we'd made that Christmas Day."
"The night we arrived, in 2014, we watched a bunch of farangs (foreigners) flail away at each other in oversized boxing gloves, some of them chugging beers between rounds. For the big day, we decided to push the boat out: the limestone rock formations around the islands are a popular spot for deep-water soloing, where you climb up a cliff face with no rope and then leap (or fall) into the clear blue sea below."
"My wife was the first to get ill: I can't share the details, but think about the worst case of food poisoning you've had and let me assure you that it was at least as bad as that. I tried my best to be comforting, every rumble of my stomach sounding like the bugles of an approaching army. The sword of Damocles dropped at about 6am."
Travelers sampled a fish stew from a street vendor on Ko Phi Phi and fell severely ill about fifteen hours later. The island is party-centric with diluted vodka buckets and lively tourist activities like oversized boxing and deep-water soloing. The couple hired a guide and planned a cliff-jumping boat tour for Christmas morning. Symptoms began around 3am, with the wife becoming ill first and the narrator suffering intense food-poisoning episodes by 6am. Despite extreme sickness and moments of relief, the pair went on the boat tour to avoid losing their deposit, ending up huddled on a long-tail boat and regretting their choices.
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