Monday, December 02, 2019

SIEM REAP FEVER

I did not bring a jacket, have not been packing emergency meds lately, and sat next to an Indian colleague with the sniffles.

First came Superman's eyes (heat radiating out of my sockets) during sessions on fiscal policies followed by the Hulk's voice (raspy from a sore throath) as we unpack the fair tax movement and then a Mr. Freeze night (sudden chills) after a discussion on effective tax administration.

Thank God for Attorney Tony's magical medicine box that whipped out a pack each of Biogesic and Vick's dayquil liquicaps that pulled me through the last two days on regional influencing strategy.  


It is said that a bit of whiskey can relieve a common cold so I did that also to fortify the medicine, starting on beer with salted pork ribs at a local restaurant, beer with enchilada and quesadilla at a Mexican joint, and beer with a tasteless burger at a sports bar; then followed that with cocktails at Angkor What, Marum and Paper Tiger; and finally whiskey with soda that went with the pizza at Belimor's.   


I also tried fried rolled ice cream to temper the gnawing fever inside and walked around shooting barbecues to break a sweat and bring the heat out. 


It worked, the Siem Reap fever was subdued with thick phlegm giving way to a dry cough that three shots of whiskey at the Suvarnabhumi Airport easily soothed, and such was the happiness of conquering a "viral infectious disease of the upper respiratory tract" to deserve a breakfast of fried chicken and adobo sandwich at two of Manila's oldest operating restaurants.

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