Starting my last day in Stone Town began a stretch of five days when I didn't really feel all too well. It began innocently enough, when I woke up with a headache and generally just feeling out of it. I hadn't slept too well the night before and was woken up at 5am by some Islamic singing through a megaphone from the mosque nextdoor- so I didn't think too much of it. After checking into a guest house closer to the ferry docks, I slept until late afternoon and felt decent enough to explore more of Stone Town.
That night I had a high fever and over the course of the next three days, I was similarly fatigued, didn't eat, and had heachaches and nausea on and off. I still wanted to stick roughly to my schedule, so I took the ferry back to Dar es Salaam, rested for a day, took the 10 hour bus to Arusha, felt a bit better, and took a three hour bus to the town of Karatu. So at least I was able to stay too productive, even if I wasn't feeling so well.
My first night in Karatu, I had a fever again and the next morning a Tanzanian friend from the bus ride suggested I go to the hospital. We went to a nice place that is run by an American doctor and had some tests done. Thankfully there was no malaria, but they couldn't tell me anything beyond that. They suggested it was some sort of virus and would pass eventually. The best part of it all was that the visit only cost $9.33, including some medicine for nausea.
I am now back in Arusha and have been feeling fine for several days. It's really a great feeling to be healthy and I'll try to appreciate it for the rest of my trip.
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