That night, into the following day, I had diarrhea and vomited several times. I felt somewhat better after that, but not good enough to join the group for its visit to Bat Trang, a village specialising in ceramic production. Mary Joy did go and made some pottery. When Tom called to see how I was, I had just vomited again, so it was decided to take me to the Hanoi French Hospital. I would not have made that decision on my own, since this had all the hallmarks of the typical 24-hour norovirus, like the one that had run through the bus on the previous year's Patagonia tour. As it was, I spent an extremely boring 3 or 4 hours, waiting for, between and after fecal and blood tests, all of which were negative, consistent with a norovirus.
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