Up early to get the
Shinkansen back to Tokyo for out last couple of nights, looking
forward to a big gay night this evening, we have both added some
gentle men's bars to the mutual Google Map, as we have never
experienced this side of the city.
However, slight
problem, the Spy feels really ill again 😟 really bad stomach cramps.
So I make sure we have plenty of water, and we get all packed up and
off to the station, we pre-booked our seats for this one.
Get to Tokyo and he is
still feeling really bad after a very uncomfortable train ride, look
forward to being able to have a nap in the hotel, which is also a
Courtyard Marriott, like in Osaka, and he has made sure we have the
same kind of room etc.
Only for us to be shown
to a postage stamp with a bed in it. Oh but there is also the tiniest
table and a chair as well.
Reception say it is what we reserved. Mmm... He is too ill to fight, so we make sure we can get another room tomorrow, and ask them to remove the extraneous furniture. I then move the tiny bed away from the wall and turn it around, so the head is under the window, maneuvering our cases so at least we can both get in and out of it without disturbing the other.
Reception say it is what we reserved. Mmm... He is too ill to fight, so we make sure we can get another room tomorrow, and ask them to remove the extraneous furniture. I then move the tiny bed away from the wall and turn it around, so the head is under the window, maneuvering our cases so at least we can both get in and out of it without disturbing the other.
Now to experience a
Japanese chemist... trying to explain where the pain is was painful
in itself, we ended up with some kind of granular antacid, thought we
would give it a go, back to the hotel for a nap for an hour, while I
tried to find out what to do, translated some different stuff and
when he was up again, back to the chemist, only to be told it is only
available here on prescription, so paracetemol it is then!
Poor Spy.
I am not the most
patient nurse, especially when this was the second time he has been
unwell on this adventure. I did try my best though. And after me
grabbing a quick bite to eat, we headed back for the night.
So much for gay night! But at least he slept through the night.

oh dear, poor Ilya. Hope you are better today. Not like you to be poorly (good job really if the best you get is Nurse J ;-) ) hahaha
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He is all good after my tender loving care x
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