About 3pm I started to feel bad. Weak and listless. I bought a sports drink at a garage, but it didn't help much. It also became obvious that I needed to visit the little boys room, so I looked up the local McDonald's and went there ASAP. I won't go in to graphic details, but I was quite unwell.
I bought a large coke, but I could tell something wasn't right. I looked up the nearest hotel and booked a room. I wobbled up the road on my bike, being overtaken by everyone. I checked in and the lady opened a storage room for my bike, but I had to run to the bathroom, where I was violently sick. I spent the next few hours in my hotel room visiting the bathroom and collapsed on the bed. Jill called me several times to check I was still alive and she also called the hotel and asked if they could bring me a coke. Everyone knew where I was because of the #tractivegps . I was seriously thinking of asking for a doctor at one point, I felt that bad.
About 2 am this morning I found that I could keep fluids down, so started to rehydrate. I still didn't know if I was going to have to spend another night in Rotterdam, but by 9 I felt well enough to wander to the local supermarket and buy some bananas for breakfast. They stayed down, so I decided to head for Hoek. It's only 25 miles, but must have been the slowest 25 miles I ever rode.
So, now I arrived in Hoek, hours too early, time to kill. Ferry sails at 10pm and I'll be straight to the cabin and flat out. What happens tomorrow remains to be seen.
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