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BBC - Travel - Error
There’s no cure for a mysterious type of food poisoning known as ciguatera[ But as our planet warms, it’s likely to become much more common.
One thing I’ve come to love about travelling around Mexico is that you’re rarely far from a toilet. Yes, it will cost you five pesos (£0.20), but it’s a small price to pay for a few folded squares of toilet paper, a clean seat and peace of mind (and bottom). But what I didn’t know as I explored Oaxaca last May, spending a few pesos to slowly, sweatily tour the bathrooms of the city’s cathedral, a few ceramics shops and the sprawling Mercado de Abastos, was that I didn’t have a typical, run-of-the-mill case of food poisoning. I had what I now lovingly call “my freaky fish poisoning”.
Some 12 hours after that first wave of nausea, as I was sitting alone in my holiday rental, the numbness in my fingers and toes crawled up to my wrists and ankles. The odd tingling felt as though I’d woken up in an odd position and my hands and feet were asleep – only instead of gradually improving and returning to normal, the numbness just steadily continued. It suddenly occurred to me that if it persisted, I might struggle to call for help by the time I needed it. So I did the only rational thing I could think of at the time: I walked down the street for ice cream.
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If the Republicans & the Democrats don't get you, the ciquatera may.
There’s no cure for a mysterious type of food poisoning known as ciguatera[ But as our planet warms, it’s likely to become much more common.
One thing I’ve come to love about travelling around Mexico is that you’re rarely far from a toilet. Yes, it will cost you five pesos (£0.20), but it’s a small price to pay for a few folded squares of toilet paper, a clean seat and peace of mind (and bottom). But what I didn’t know as I explored Oaxaca last May, spending a few pesos to slowly, sweatily tour the bathrooms of the city’s cathedral, a few ceramics shops and the sprawling Mercado de Abastos, was that I didn’t have a typical, run-of-the-mill case of food poisoning. I had what I now lovingly call “my freaky fish poisoning”.
Some 12 hours after that first wave of nausea, as I was sitting alone in my holiday rental, the numbness in my fingers and toes crawled up to my wrists and ankles. The odd tingling felt as though I’d woken up in an odd position and my hands and feet were asleep – only instead of gradually improving and returning to normal, the numbness just steadily continued. It suddenly occurred to me that if it persisted, I might struggle to call for help by the time I needed it. So I did the only rational thing I could think of at the time: I walked down the street for ice cream.
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If the Republicans & the Democrats don't get you, the ciquatera may.
